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Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Say What?
I was on the bus on my way to work the other day when this quite good-looking man sat next to me. I was watching a Frontline episode on my iPod, which struck up conversation. He was probably 30 or so, dark hair, green eyes. In a suit. S-E-X-Y. We flirt for a while, joke about politics.
In the back of my mind I'm thinking, thank God, it's about time I meet a normal guy. Someone's throwing me a bone, here, huh? I mean, he's full-on flirting. There are at least two women burning holes in me for getting the luck of the draw on the bus today.
We have a moment of silence, he looks at me, and I can tell he's about to ask me out. I'm somewhere between being pretty flattered and hyperventilating. This must be the great payback for that date I went on last month with that SINFULLY boring dude who just wanted to talk about his iPhone, and convince me to switch to a Mac. The dating gods are fluttering around me right now, aren't they? This is my award for busting my date-less ass over the last couple years in grad school.
Bus Man, we're going places.
He asks "so...are you usually on this bus?"
"Sometimes. I've been kind of bad about driving to work lately."
"Yeah, I'll bet you're bad."
....
"What?"
"I bet you're bad."
"Are you being serious right now?"
"I bet you're dirty, too."
At this point, I start laughing. I sigh, realize I should have known better, and ask him to move his crazy ass to another seat.
He shrugs, gets up, and walks over to one of the women who has been staring at him since he got on the bus.
I hear him say, "are you usually on this bus?"
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I haven't seen Bus Man since, and part of me is hoping he's in some Psychology class doing an experiment about how quickly he can get rejected on a city bus.
Dating gods, you owe me.
In the back of my mind I'm thinking, thank God, it's about time I meet a normal guy. Someone's throwing me a bone, here, huh? I mean, he's full-on flirting. There are at least two women burning holes in me for getting the luck of the draw on the bus today.
We have a moment of silence, he looks at me, and I can tell he's about to ask me out. I'm somewhere between being pretty flattered and hyperventilating. This must be the great payback for that date I went on last month with that SINFULLY boring dude who just wanted to talk about his iPhone, and convince me to switch to a Mac. The dating gods are fluttering around me right now, aren't they? This is my award for busting my date-less ass over the last couple years in grad school.
Bus Man, we're going places.
He asks "so...are you usually on this bus?"
"Sometimes. I've been kind of bad about driving to work lately."
"Yeah, I'll bet you're bad."
....
"What?"
"I bet you're bad."
"Are you being serious right now?"
"I bet you're dirty, too."
At this point, I start laughing. I sigh, realize I should have known better, and ask him to move his crazy ass to another seat.
He shrugs, gets up, and walks over to one of the women who has been staring at him since he got on the bus.
I hear him say, "are you usually on this bus?"
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I haven't seen Bus Man since, and part of me is hoping he's in some Psychology class doing an experiment about how quickly he can get rejected on a city bus.
Dating gods, you owe me.
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