Spring in Seattle Washington with a girl I met on the bus


It was 3 pm on a cold December after noon and I was feeling as lonely as I could ever be.

I boarded the 372 bus towards Downtown Seattle and hid away at the far back right corner of the lonely vehicle.

I looked out the window trying to curtain my face away from the monstrous world beyond the glass.

And there she hopped on.

I liked her pants.

And her hands.

I sat up.

A double helping of good life feelings entered the locked doors of my sealed emotions.

I whispered to my now not so lonely self “If she gets off at my stop, I will ask her for coffee”

She got off at 65th street.

And so I did.

My heart started racing so did my feet.

I approached very quietly trying not to disturb the moment of “ear-phone music” she had attached.

I waived hi, coming from her left.

She jumped as if Jerry just got ambushed by Tom.

I said “I am very sorry I didn’t mean to scare you”

With both of her hands on her chest, she tried to reply but the attractiveness of my looks stagnated her speech in a minute of silence.

She was kind enough to let me walk along with her until I could give her my number.

We shook hands and I changed the direction of my travel towards a destination I never set.

She never called.

A month later, she hopped on the same bus.

I smiled at her as she made her way to the seat in front of me and she gave me a “Hello stranger smile back”

I hopped off at my stop and yelled “Happy New Year, call me sometime”

Two days later she texted.

And that’s my dear reader how we met.

Good night from Washington.

Published by dayenjoyer

video journalist

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