Sympathy eyes are an unspoken sign between two commuters that a third commuter is getting on their tits. Don't forget, from tiny acorns of simmering, shared hate, mighty oaks of frenetic sex in rail station toilets grow.
"Put on some high heels and a short skirt and come and meet me. The party needs livening up" he texted back, seemingly oblivious to the concept of feminism. And so I did. (I don't actually own a 'short skirt' but figured a nice pair of tailored shorts wouldn't disappoint.)