Am beginning to think horrible public transportation has perks.
At stop after mine, four people got aboard damp bus. Nervous Mother Type shaking umbrella, with two hastily-groomed but adorable daughters. And Beautiful Bus Boy. A new face. Or perhaps mine was new, as was late for work and took different bus. At any rate…was lovely face whether new or not. There being an empty seat to left, and one to right, Hastily Groomed but Adorable Girls sat on either side. The younger clearly not comfortable seated next to strange girl with sensible shoes. Took off headphones (normally against policy to remove barrier, as do not like to be spoken to on public transportation--unless will result in Sliding Doors-like encounter with charming Scotsman) and asked if young one would like to trade seats. Happily, we swapped. BBB had taken seat somewhere near back, but did not look as did not want to appear as though actually had appreciated BBBs beauty. Am not gawker.
At very next stop, older couple got on. Offered up seat to grateful grandmother figure and made way to back, where, only empty seat (ok, not ONLY, but best!) was next to Beautiful Bus Boy. Tried not to stare as inhaled his lovely hot boy smell. YUM.
BBB: You gave up your seat twice. That was nice of you.
H: I’m a nice girl. I’ll remember to thank my mother.
BBB: blah blah blah something flirty blah blah
H: Laugh, laugh, please don’t notice shoes, laugh, laugh
Conversation continues in above manner for some time. Was delighted to be so brazenly flirting with strange new face at such early hour of morning. Then,
BBB: Could I call you sometime?
H: No. (is instinctual, perfunctory response, immediately regretted)
BBB: Ok… well…
H: Why don’t you give me your number, instead? (Brilliant!)
Thus, new hot fellow’s phone number stored carefully in cell phone, trotted off in sensible shoes. Day has NOT gone downhill since, so am now scampering off to lunch to postpone and work-related landslides.