I see you watching me!

I see you over there in the corner of the commuter rail. I could feel your eyes burning holes through me as I boarded. Even now, I can feel the weight of your judgement even as I sit here judging you. The disapproving stare, better that you didn't drop your gaze as I met your eyes. Did you expect me to blush? Wither away? Feel remorse and ashamed? Shame on you!

It isn't what you think. I know what you are assuming. Girl in a nice dress and heels at 7am with her hair done and no makeup. It must be a walk of shame, or in this case a train of shame. So sorry to disappoint you. It's simply a Saturday that I'm headed into work.

I feel the burn of your eyes through my compact. With singular focus you watch every sweet of my makeup brushes. Its all I can do not to giggle as I sense your growing animosity. I can almost read the thoughts in your head as I glance at your face. They all but scream, "you should have the dignity to at least not look so chipper and unashamed you hussy." The undivided attention you give me is flattering, no matter the reason. With I final sweep of blood red lipstick that boldly proclaims "I don't give a fuck," I close the mirror and flash a smile. You return it with a grimace and I giggle. Thank God it's my stop. Off to work.