one night after midnight on the streets of dee why a suburb of northern sydney where they have built apartments populated mostly by australian white trash and islanders covered in tattoos over their bulk, big smiling faces and born again sentimentality. expensive real estate lays vacant, shops selling second hand electronics and model trains wait dormant for dawn, far to late for traffic in either direction.
i stand there and a woman walks passed me with a casual indifference dressed in a short white dress, very high heels, euro asian looking, almost an exaggeration of something, leaving a sexual trail like a snails, only obscure pheromones and ambiguity, i turn my head as if trapped in some sort of magnetic force, my body and mind in some conflict as to intent, hers and mine. 
on one hand my body is attracted, reacting naturally with its primitive male impulse yet my head is screaming out in warning. 
what on earth would a woman be doing out on the streets alone this late, why dressed like that?
who is she and what is her story?
yet my mind processing concludes she's almost everything i find unattractive in a woman. make up caked on, hair product, perfumed to the max, blatant in your face sexuality without any subtlety, perhaps i was just fearful of her, perhaps i was under her spell, perhaps i just wanted to spend the night with her, i wouldn't know. 
its a mystery, but she left an impression.