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.