Woman Repellent

This morning I was caught checking out an oh-so-pretty girl (trainers and hoops, ugugug) on the train going from Oxford Street to Victoria. At least I assume I got caught by the way she bolted after we stopped at our destination. But perhaps she was late for an Overground or something - I mean my usual effect on the ladies is to make them walk faster, not to run off in a full sprint like this one did.

Yup, that must have been it. I've still got it. Ooooh Yeeh.