I'm on the bus, headed home after a trip to a craft store and a grocery store. As we round the corner onto the street ahead of mine, I glance around at my fellow passengers and see an odd-looking man with long black hair and a brown leather jacket. He's gazing at me with a look that can only be described as knowing. I quickly look away and make very sure I don't look at him again. That would only be asking for trouble.
"Do you take this bus often?"
I look up. He's standing right in front of me, on his way out of the bus.
"Well, I'll catch you next time. My name is [first name]. [First name, last name]. I'm in the book. Give me a call."
And then he strut-swaggers (swagger-struts?) out the door. I catch the eye of the woman across the aisle from me.
"I don't think so," I say after the door closes. She shakes her head and smiles in sympathy.
So now I'm going to be on the look-out for this dude every bus trip, without seeming to be looking for him or recognizing him. I'm hoping he a) forgets me or b) takes a hint from my lack of phone call.
Sigh. I must be some sort of beacon for weird guys on the bus. It almost makes me nostalgic for Twitch. Almost.
On an unrelated note: My blog turned three yesterday. Aside from attending school and being a member of a children's choir (I sang with them from ages 8-12. Had to quit when I turned 13, because the conductor had a rule about no high school children in her choir. I was very sorry to go), this is the longest I've stuck with anything.
And guess what! Momo-Mama referred to me in her blog!