Let me set the scene, it’s Saturday evening I’m about to go out. I’m on the bus on the way to the centre of town and I am sitting across from a beautiful girl. She’s obviously my age, slightly nervous, getting on at the train station must mean that she has had a long trip. We sit a feet apart trying not to create eye contact but fully aware that we are looking at each other through the mirror looking outside. Somehow stealing a glance to look at the person is forbidden. Not explicitly but the forbidden that reminded you of childhood games where a certain place was forbidden. Stealing a glance is forbidden but worth it all the same. Her lips are small and red from the cold air outside, her mind concentrating deeply on what lies ahead. I hazard a guess that she is studying at the university her full book bags and solitary bag of food from Waitrose seems to imply that she is in for a night in of studying rather than enjoying the crisp night air. Her eyes dart around looking for something to keep fixated on but can’t help to see if I am still looking at her. Quickly she rummages through her bag in order to find an Ipod, a modern day barrier to talking; many view the piece as anti-social unlike its predecessors the walkman and the cd player. Her batteries are out as she can’t listen, you can hear her sigh nonchalantly. Quickly realising that her inner thoughts have been heard she tightens her grip on the bags that she has kept so close to her throughout the whole journey. She won’t feel comfortable until she is at home, the journey isn’t over for her, and this is the final leg. Now under these circumstances a friendly conversation would be helpful, but I am neither in the mood or feel remotely cool enough to try and start one up. To be honest, nothing really happens unless I am in control of how things begin, if the girl approaches me I freeze up or even worse become aloof. Mystery is cool but you have to be a least warm and inviting at the beginning. I am telling you this story because there is a commercial that has been on for Dairy milk chocolates. In the commercial its starts of with a boy on a bus who offers the girl in front of him a piece of chocolate and then they get married have a son and then he gets on a bus and offers it to the girl in front of him. A circle of life situation, with chocolate as the catalyst for their love and their future generations. The only gripe I have with the commercial is that would a girl in these days accept a piece of chocolate from a man sitting behind her. He didn’t show her the where the chocolate came from instead she just accepted it. In today’s society with the rise of date rape why couldn’t she have shown some common sense and wherewithal and asked to see where this chocolate has magically appeared from. Such naivety will hardly go unpunished in these modern times. Anyway I wonder what the girl in the Bus would have said if I had offered her a piece.