Hunglish.orgOur writer just saw the perfect woman on the Budapest subway. Of course, this is a several-times-daily event in this city...
written by Scott Savoie
This happens all the time in Budapest.
You will be sitting on, let’s say, the blue metro, minding your own business, maybe reading the newspaper, when suddenly out of the corner of your eye, you see a pair of legs get on at, say, Ferenciek tér.
Your eye follows the contour of these legs up the lines of her stockings where they become obscured by a miniskirt that occludes a perfect dual-canteloupe shaped rear end.
Then, being naturally curious, your eyes venture northward until you notice that this woman has the most exquisitly shaped breasts that you have seen since Népliget station. These breasts defy gravity. They levitate. How do they defy Newton’s laws, you wonder. Do they make helium implants nowadays…?
Then you pause. You almost don’t know what to wish for regarding the woman’s face.
Of course, part of you wants her to be perfect, but deep down another part would rather this stranger be flawed in some way. A birthmark, beauty mark or even a zit would be nice. Make her human instead of a goddess. A big nose? Cleft palette? Teeth like a picketfence?
But no. She is devine. Perfect, or at least has really good makeup.
Without a word, she gets off at Deák Ter as another pair of legs gets on.