Today, I fucked up by smiling at a girl on the bus.
This happened yesterday, so if youāre out there bus girl, I want you to know. Itās not what you think.
Yesterday after working a grueling shift at the old internet mines (Iām a network engineer). I got on the bus to go home just like always. Ahead of me in line is a young woman who is looking very pretty, she has red hair and a nice polka-dot blouse. I donāt think much of it, but we end up sitting across from each other on the bus. Iām reading something that was on the front page but get the urge to look up and see her face. I had only seen the back of her head before. I glance up and to my delight, she is very pretty! Horray! I have seen one more pretty girl in the world than I did before.
Except mid-glance she looks up at me. I realize Iām probably slack-jawed and not really paying attention. I look down. I donāt really know why, I donāt have a problem talking to girls. I have a long time girlfriend and I donāt talk to very many women these days.
Iām feeling a bit sheepish and awkward, so I glance up again for some reason. A second after I do - she looks up at me and catches me starring at her, or at least she thinks Iām starring at her. She screws up her face a little bit. Iām not even that ugly, oh well. Twice in a row Iāve been caught slipping.
None of this matters because the mid-way stop at the park-and-ride is coming up, and usually everyone gets off the bus here. She stands up as the bus stops and I breath in relief. I also stand up in search of a more comfortable seat (The bench seats that face each-other kind of suck). So Iām waiting for people to clear out, and people are getting off the bus. But on today of all days MUCH more people are getting on the bus, much more than usually. Must be a football game tonight or something.
She isnāt getting off the bus. She sits by the window in a regular seat. I look around - all of the other seats are being filled quickly. I walk to the back of the bus, nothing. I look around, there is nothing. The universeās cruel game of musical chairs is playing āCreepā by Radiohead. I sit down next to her. She looks at me like a deer in the headlights and I think she is actually afraid.
Flash forward 10 minutes and Iāve moved seats as we are the only two people left on the bus. She is looking over at me regularly, probably making sure Iām not furiously masturbating or something.
Last stop. My stop. Her stop. Our stop.
We get off the bus, she goes first and stars walking in my houseās direction. We slowly walk together, for a few blocks, she keeps checking over her shoulder. She finally turns down a side-street and I think maybe I can relax now. I turn down my street. I breath a sigh of relief, finally the coast is clear and I donāt feel like Iām stalking anyone.
Then she appears, she clearly took a fake-turn to get away from me, and I met up with her on my road.
She starts running up the steps to MY building and Iām freaking the fuck out like what is happening, am I actually stalking this girl? I keep walking towards my building, I just want to go home.
She turns and yells at me from the stairs āStop fucking following me fucking creepā
This is how I met my new neighbor.
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