A Literacy Tour on America

The trip to Las Vegas was something to notice. The days coming into the event I wondered if I was making the best move. I knew that this would boost my ratings as a writer. I also knew that this move was a dangerous move as well. I wondered to myself if it would have been better if I flew. As they say strange things happen when you travel. Once I got aboard I met this sexy exotic black woman. She was from Jamaica, and she had the sweetest voice you can imagine. She had that dark blue berry sealed brown eyes. I mean her eyes where like fresh snow once you took a look at them. She was about 5'3 with a nice figure, but the thing that jumped out the most was her big mamajama. I knew I could hit that if I asked, so the games begin. You're like in your head; should I ask, or like can I ask; then it comes to what happens if I asked her. These are the mind blogs that spun my brain into the twilight light zone.

I make it my best attempt to sit behind her on the train. I had no clue she was going to make the same trip west. So surprising to me as I thought her trip would have ended in Philadelphia, but it didn't. So after we left Philly I started throwing hints her way. At nighttime I would get real close to the window and whisper; "You are so cute." I know she heard me but she kept her cool. I guess the international love affair was too much for her to leek out. I knew in her mind that can that she was thinking like this: "This tall stranger is looking at me telling me sweat things. I am like what should I do; should I talk to him. Like how do I tell this guy who likes me that I'm interested in him, without setting off alarms that I'm easy. He is very cute, charming and has this stigma about him that we can't touch. He stays quiet over in his own world and says sweat things in my ear. Then he has the nerve to give me clues by making eye contact. How does he know when I am going to turn up and look at him! It wasn't by chance as we glanced at each other it was more like every time I looked at him, we stared at each other. "I kind of knew how to glance at women when they glance.

I have 60/60 vision, so I can basically see everything and anticipate every move anyone made. I would get in her view of sight, as I would gear my head down but my eyes were up. This allowed me to see every move she made. The train stops in Pittsburgh, as we took a break and we both got off the train. In the lounge room while I'm buying dinner. Sexy girl is right in front of me, and all I can think about is her. The way see moved, to her sexy look; even the sweat tingling down her neck made her glitter and glow. I was wondering what was she thinking about me. As we looked at each other, she gave me that look of I have a crush on you. "I can't believe this guy is standing behind me, and not saying those sweat things to me. He looks at me like we are together, and he is nice so why doesn't he say anything.