basta driver, sweet lover

There were three ladies sitting in the middle of the FX. Two of them (in their 30s) wore spaghetti straps, without bothering to hide the straps of their bras. The other one looked like a teenager, wearing a very fit blouse. She was also the one doing the talking, while the two women were whispering to her. These three were naughty.

The teenaged girl said, “what’s your number, kuya?” I looked at the driver in the mirror, and he didn’t seem to hear it. Or at least he acted that he did not. The driver looked like in his mid-30s and fatter than most men. The women continued whispering to each other.

At this point, I was waiting for what would happen next. I was thinking that the driver would not entertain these advances from the women. Perhaps he is not that kind of man.

After a few minutes, the young lady asked again, “Do you have a pen?” I was expecting the driver to ignore them again. But then he said, “a pencil only.” “That’s okay,” the women said. In the mirror, I saw him smiling, as if kinikilig. Excitedly, he was browsing through the compartment in the front, and this while the FX was moving slowly. He handed the pencil to the women, who had already prepared a piece of paper. They gave back the number to the driver and said, “Call us, okay?” The driver said while grinning, “Okay.” Then, the women went down, and the driver was still smiling.

Some men need to take a diet pill, go to the gym, and have cool hair styles to get women, but not this driver. He is living up to the dictum: basta driver, sweet lover. haha.