There’s this girl… let’s call her Nikki. I don’t know her name, but she looks like a Nicole. She’s cute and blonde. The bus was packed and there was nowhere to sit down. She pressed up against me- maybe on accident, but I was hoping it was some sort of signal. Girls don’t usually brush up against strangers, but then again, there was absolutely nowhere for her to go. I didn’t know what to say to her. She had soft skin. She smelled good- not that I was trying to smell her or anything, but she was right there. Just wish I knew what to say sometimes. I know she notices me… she’s smiled before. Part of me still waits for Christina to come around.