happy week: day 2

...a little more about yesterday's list...

Everything on yesterday's list represents a significant happy thing. For example, it may seem a small thing, but getting a smile from a Londoner during peak commuting time is actually pretty noteworthy.

When it's a woman (which, to be honest, has been rare), I assume it's because she's just a friendly person - good with strangers, I mean.

When it's a man (which is more often the case) I assume it means he thinks I'm cute. What? A girl can dream!

It's even more fun to exchange repeated glances and grins with someone on the tube, and then happen to get off at the same stop he does...and instead of doing what I normally do on the escalator (which is stand, on the right, of course), I skip up the left side of the steps hot on the tail of Mr. Cutie-Pie, grinning to myself about how silly it is to think that we'll get to the turnstile at the station exit and he'll turn to me and finally actually SAY something.

It's REALLY fun to realize halfway up the escalator that your legs are now burning because this is an especially long escalator, but you've shot yourself in the foot by choosing left early on...because the right side is chock-a-block with people and nowhere to squeeze in, so you've essentially committed yourself to walk (it's definitely no longer a skip by the time you get to the top) all the way up. How anticlimactic it is when you lose sight of Mr Cutie-Pie right after coming through the turnstiles and heading for the exit.

Regardless...the silliness of being a girl makes me happy. If it's not fun, why bother?