Oh my freaking gosh!!!!! I love the bus. I love the freaking bus. I love the bus so much!!!! It was like... I don't know. I don't know how it happened, it just did. *Sigh* Phew, breathe Sina... breathe.
Okay, I'm calm.
It all happened because I just couldn't handle it for one more minute. It was two hours early, but I just had to go home. I told my boss that I had finished my project and that I was going home early. I got my stuff together and walked the distance to the bus on the other side of the block. I was worried that my hair looked dumb clipped to the side like I was 10 years old, and my eyeliner was runnin'. It was already a really long day.
I made it onto an earlier bus that I don't usually take and as I sat there minding my business, texting my homegirl, I saw him. He walked onto the bus with a backpack and another guy. I noticed him first because his voice was commanding, but so smooth and he was dark skinned and crazy nice looking. He walked onto the bus and turned to a girl sitting in the front, then asked if he could sit next to her. She looked at him like she just saw a ghost, she couldn't even make a sound. I was chuckling inside that a girl would actually react to a guy that way, he is a guy after all. Needless to say, I took notice of him right away. He moved to the back with his stuff, and I could hear his voice trailing off in the back as if he was talking to someone.
The bus kept going, and at the next stop, the girl next to me got off. I was very happy about it since she was talking my head off about fantasy adventure novels, which I love, but she was much to young to know any of the good ones, and she was quite opinionated about the rest of them. It was altogether weird, and when she left she handed me an origami heart which I had no idea what to make of. Weird and exhausting.
Anyhow, Mr. Dark and Smooth's wing man was sitting right in front of me and motioned to the back that there was an empty seat next to me. I was in the process of texting my homegirl about the sunny weather outside when the man himself came up to me and asked if I could sit down. "Yeah, Bro, sit down, there ain't nobody sittin' here" I said, smiling as I looked back down so that I could finish my text. Right away his face lit up. He looked at me and sat down and looked at me. "You got enough space?" I asked. I'm a heffer, so what the heck, I was adjusting my seating position so he had enough space. He smiled at me and he he was fine. I was trying to pretend that I was preoccupied with my texting when he began talking to me about the white guy in the back who wouldn't move his boxes of donuts so he could sit down. I was amazed! Really?!?! On a bus? Why would someone do that? How inconsiderate. What a hater.
I sympathized with him, and he looked surprised. He then introduced himself and I introduced myself. It was all history from there. We talked a lot about names, since both of our names are interesting to each other, then we talked about where we grew up, our cultures, about what we liked. We were so into our conversation. When he talked about things he would get animated, you could tell that he was passionate about things. And when he talked, oh my goodness, I could just listen to him all day. His accent was like mine, like he grew up in an urban ghetto, but his voice was naturally louder, more commanding, and had a low smooth tone quality. And he wasn't at all apprehensive towards me so when he would talk to me, he would look me directly in the eyes and say it. Let's just say, I was in love. I was just amazed. This dude was real. Like a real dude. No false pride. Not trying to front. Just working, trying to make a buck, on the bus going to work. I never meet guys like this here. I was so comfortable.
We were hitting it off really well. I mean, really well. I didn't really expect anything from it though. Then all of a sudden he asks me, "Do you drink?" I was surprised. Really, really surprised. I mean, this dude was F-I-N-E. I mean like really fine! He was fine, and lean, and fine. I just couldn't believe this dude was tryna spit game at me right now! Whoa, for reals?!?! Dudes who ask me if I drink always want to know for one reason, they want to take me out for a drink. I just never saw it coming from Mr. Dark and Smooth. I didn't have anything to tell him but the truth. "Nah, I don't drink." He was more surprised at this, than I was that he asked. "What?!?! Not even a little?!?!" He said. "Nope," I responded. The tone in his voice changed after that. "Oh, I mean, I don't drink drink. I mean, I drink like casually, sometimes." I laughed at him, and he could see from my face that I wasn't fooled. "No, for reals though, why don't you drink?" He asked. "Uh, I grew up Mormon," I said. "Me too," he quickly interrupted. "Well, my parents were real strict and it just wasn't in my life,' I said. "But why don't you drink though, real talk" he said. I didn't know why he wouldn't let it go. "Well, I don't drink cause I don't need to." I said finally. "Some people need to drink to have fun, to be cool, to be interesting to be around, but I don't. I'm just naturally like that." He was thrown. In retrospect it was a little cocky of me showed my very judgmental nature, but it was what I thought. He couldn't stop looking at me with that amazed expression. "That's tight. Dang girl, I didn't realize you got it like that." He kept saying. "Well, ya know, I'm just tryna spit my game atchu right here."
We were getting towards the train station, and soon we would both have to get off. In that moment it was as if I came back to earth and realized that there were other people squished in the same space as he and I. He looked at me and smiled, and all of a sudden he was fumblin'. "So, uh, well, uh, well if you ever, I mean, maybe..." I was like, "huh?" Mr. Dark and Smooth was having a hard time spittin' out something, and I couldn't make it out. "Uh, maybe can I give you my number and if you ever wanna grab some Peruvian food or whatever, you can hit me up? " I couldn't help but smile, "yeah, that could be cool... okay." We just smiled at each other while he fumbled through his bag for a pen and a paper. I couldn't believe this crazy fine dude was just givin' me his number and I could feel all the girls on the bus hatin' me! I was really calm on the outside, but inside I was jumpin' up and down and givin' myself pats on my own dang back! He got off the bus, and I got off the bus onto the train, and the dream was over. *sigh*
I had to text all my girls, and tell them that this fine dude was tryna holler at me on the bus. *sigh* I love the bus...
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