One fine GM and one AWESOME GM !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today's journey back home in the subway train was, to say the least, wonderful.

First there is this absolutely beautiful 7 year-old, skinny, such a pretty face and twin ponytails. Her little hands with lovely thin fingers (mmmh, and she was wearing a ring that could very well pass as an engagement ring, 'cept it fitted her finger) were pure candy to my hand fetish. Her eyes were big and her lips were so red that I thought twice if she was maybe wearing lipstick? Most likely not anyway... She was with her mom and a slightly older brother, about 8 or 9... Anyway, we began exchanging glances at each other... She would sometimes speak to her mom while looking at me, which would have made me uneasy but mom never looked at me so I'm quite sure I wasn't the subject... Anyway, she continued on an on... It didn't become a game of look-at-me, look-away, or look and giggle or anything. But she sure knew I was admiring her and, from how she looked back, liked it... She noticed I liked her hands and brought them closer to her face... Then her fingers and her lips started doing funny things with each other and I was drooling (almost)... But it was just before the station for me to commute lines so I complimented her, with a last goodbye-ish exchanged glance...

Now, in the other line it was a dream!!

There was this teenage girl with her mother. And then the train was delaying for obscene amounts of time in every station - seems there was a problem somewhere along the line... Anyway, I got to be near her for like 30 minutes... In that time I became totally absorbed by her... I have to say that I still don't have an idea of her *precise* age... She must've been 14-15, BUT her hands (OMG my fetish again) would easily be those of a 17-18 while her voice could well have been of an 11-12!!! Her face said 13-14, however. She was wearing very loose clothes so I couldn't guess her age from how developed she was, but she as a whole girl had the *size* of a teenager at that. OK, she had a nice black nail polish (99% times I totally hate nail polish at any age, but not this time, definitely!) and slender arms... AND a lovely curly hair held back in a pigtail with just a tuft free around each of her perfect ears... And she was just so pretty, with such expressive dark eyes, a nose that I swear was full of freckles not so long ago, and her lips with the effect of slightly too prominent teeth... ya know what I mean? Not like she couldn't close her mouth, just slightly... I love the effect at a certain age, and she was well within that age... oh, and her tongue piercing was reeeeeeally cute and sexy... Anyway, she was sometimes talking with her mom, sometimes just doing silly little things like sing a song she had in her mind or stuff. And, thanks to an event in the train (I don't even remember what it was) we both giggled. That connected us. Although she was no LG and so did not engage in a glances game or such, she started noticing me, and yes, sometimes giving me those looks. I completely loved the attention, of course!! But I was almost frozen! I didn't know what to say. Being that mom was there (in the brink of sleeping, such was the delay) I was at the same time more and less safe... nothing could be misinterpreted by HER but it could by mom... But our good-bye was very worth it. She made my week (and God knows how much more time)... As I was leaving the train, we exchanged one last glance... knowing it was meaningful. In a Murphy-law kind of way, in the station I left the train did the normal amount of time... As the door closed with me out, we exchanged yet another last glance and we both smiled at the same time a big, huge smile... we both knew it was a Moment... two-three seconds later I turn my head back... a third last glance: she's looking right at me!!... there is a word for it: melting...