初めての時

No need to interpret "first time" in a dirty way. Alas, I will be marking this day down on my mental calendar, because I did experience an exciting first today: My first time that I checked out a cute Asian guy on the subway, and the cute Asian guy looked back. And kept looking. Until I was out of sight after getting off the train. Good job, dude. This kid was still looking at me out of the train window when I turned back to look from the stairs that go up from the platform. He was also just the type I've been liking recently: a メガネ boy. The general description of the type is tall-ish, skinny-ish, cute Asian boy with glasses. The glasses. Hence megane boy (glasses boy). I looked at the megane boy, and he looked back. Or stared is more like it, in his case. And this never happens to me, let me tell you. They never look back! And this guy was full on looking at me! This was a big deal for me, seriously. Maybe it sounds like nothing, but to me it was big. Obviously, my best friend's haircut and dye job yesterday worked wonders for me. (I have more layers now, and my hair has more of a reddish tinge to it than the last time we dyed it. I love it.) I can only hope that I have this kind of luck again soon.

It was kind of my second victory of the day, but somehow it felt like the bigger one. Ahh, life.

Yes, I am aware that I sound totally lame. But hey, I'm not used to getting attention from guys. And I like it. =D