It was 8 p.m. almost a month ago when I was waiting at the bus stop. I was tired, and sick of a relationship with a 22-year-old guy which had no romanticism–just sex. At that hour, like usual, I thought there would be insane people on the bus. There were. But there was also a guy who was so beautiful and fascinating. He started to giggle at me so I did the same. After a few minutes I sat in front of him.
We started to talk and he said that I was cute, then asked me if I was engaged or not, to which I replied, “sort of.” At the end of the journey the only thing I knew about him was his name. I was so angry at myself but at the same time I was incredibly happy because it had been the best date of my life, and I hope one day I will see him again.
What I loved most of the “bus-date” is that it was so unexpected. It made me understand that in life you’ll never know when you’ll be so close to getting a great chance at love, or something else. Next time I’m sure I will not lose a chance like that again.
I’ve made a deal with myself: If I see someone on the street or at a restaurant or anywhere outside of a bar who I’m interested in, and I have reason to believe he’s into me as well, I have to say “hi.” You never know who’s going to be the one, and you gotta jump on those opportunities. Good for you for talking to him on the bus. Hopefully you’ll see him again!