Voice in my head = "Don't even look over there.You've seen her, she didn't notice and that was a close one. Act like you never even knew she existed, like you don't even care cause girls like bad asses and she might even develop a crush on me if I act like I dont give a fuck yea that'll work..."
As her eyes thoughtlessly gaze around in hopes of being noticed it suddenly dawns on me that there's nothing more she would rather have than lustful surface attention to replace that constant lonely feeling. At the exact moment that she notices you noticing her, her eyes have rolled, her ego has been boosted, and you've just been written off as the typical air humping male. The tables would be turned if you could of simply ignored her ever so constant scantily clad outfits every morning on the subway.
