I'm watching this young, but not too young, Ecuadorian gent. There isn't anything unique about him, which makes him all the more interesting. He is a 30 year old Ecuadorian guy, he is THE 30 year old Ecuadorian guy. In the past 10 minutes he has probably smoked 3 cigarettes. I'm not a smoker, but something tells me that's enough to call his cigarettes a security blanket. Without them, I think he would appear more nervous than he already does. He's sitting by himself, and it is completely possible that he is waiting for a friend. However, I'm going to go out on a limb and say he is waiting to encounter a new friend, more than anything else. At age 30, it seems that the average Ecuadorian male vies for a female's attention like a hobby. Perhaps that's why they come off so creepy. This specimen has slicked his hair back so many times, it's no wonder he has a receding hairline. Every girl that walks by takes on the role of his next prospect. A shame for him, because not one has as much as looked back in his direction.
Maybe I should quit looking over at him and his t-shirt tucked into his 'dad jeans' and focus on something else. I would hate to be his next prospect.
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