Don't you like it on the sly

It was hidden in a maze behind the physics building. Down a road called Science Way, i shit you not. I walked through some sort of workshop where a man looked at me funny with his flask, then I stepped into a courtyard filled with my fellow historians. Oh dear god though, I was stuck in front of two girls from English lit. I am so unbelievably happy I decided against retaking that subject. All those girls are the same, and the original was shit to begin with. Anyway I have to choose between gender and some religion thing that happened in France this one time. Gender has the allure of 'holy shit it's so freaking easy', French has the appeal of 'i don't have to buy any texts for it'. Decisions, decisions, decisions.

I went to several secondhand bookshops for research. One had so many rugs. And ladders! On my way a man wolf whistled at me. Proper wolf whistle, which is a first for me. I thought I'd imagined it actually and did a terrible double-take to see this very serious looking guy in a doorway just staring. I mean was it the bizarre curls? The huge bruise shining through my tights? My skirt was great yes but covered almost completely in a big jumper. I'd like to think it was my fringe because it looks fantastic today so much so that I felt like telling someone but to save money I merely pointed in the direction of pierced-face ex who was out again today. So I'm going to pretend it was that and not my ass. Romance!

An old chinaman with broken teeth grabbed my arm as I reached for my headphones waiting for the bus home. Muttering and gesticulating wildly so I smiled and nodded and apologised. This was not good enough. Holding my arm again he started tracing shapes and eventually I realised he was asking How Long? It was a clock he drew on my arm.