Okay so if you enjoyed my greenline story, buckle your seatbelt, it gets even better!!! There are several points in this story where I know I am going to get a concerned phone call from my mother, but umm it's okay mom.... just like when I lived near the ghetto wal-mart in Raleigh and I told you I couldn't promise that I wouldn't go there at night, I cannot promise you that I will stay in my house the whole time I live in Boston :)
Yesterday after lunching with Malissa, I got on the 1 bus to head back to Harvard to catch the bus to my little town. My ride to meet Malissa had been eventful too, I couldn't find my bus connection and no one seemed to be around, so finally I asked a homeless person, cause they know everything and sure enough he pointed me in the right direction. After about 15 more minutes wandering around and trying to communicate with an old lady who I had to SHOUT to talk to and figure out that we were both looking for the same bus. Anyway I finally got on and was headed in the right direction after being very near tears several times in my frantic search for the 1 bus. At one of the stops along the way this girl and her bf hopped on... ummm one problem they didn't have money for the fare. After digging in her purse for like 3-5 minutes ( the whole time we are just sitting on the side of the road waiting for her to pay so we can go) finally she said oh I don't have any... the bus driver told her they needed to get off. She said, "I am NOT getting off this bus, call the police... I am riding it." This went on for a few more minutes. Finally her gentleman friend came back to the front of the bus and talked her off the bus. Whew we were finally on our way. I got off and headed to Malissa's, ate lunch and then returned to the bus stop, and was feeling very confident in my ability to get back home. About halfway to Harvard this man got on the bus. He looked to be roughly in late 30's but probably like early 40's. He was wearing a beat up looking sweatshirt and some dirty lookin' jeans... was very scraggaly lookin like he needed a hair cut and a shave. He had a lunch box... I honestly thought he was some type of homeless person or worker. I didn't talk to him or pay attention, I just like to people watch and the door was right in front of my seat so I noticed the people who got on. I got off at Harvard along with half the bus. This man got off too. I was walking and then he started talking to me. He said, "Would you want to get coffee sometime?" Seriously was this really happening to me? Really you are asking me for coffee, WHAT??? I was so surprised and luckily I still have my southern charm and these words popped out of my mouth, "No, thank-you!" He smiled and said, "well it never hurts to try" and maybe like a have a good day kind of something thrown in. He wasn't like super sketchy so I was definitelya bit surprised but didn't feel unsafe. He walked on. I headed to catch my bus..... the bus that I catch can be caught underground in the subway station or there is a stop on the street a couple of blocks away. It was a gorgeous day so I decided to head the few blocks to wait outside for the bus. The whole time I am walking I am cracking up and still in shock about that really happening to me and laughing about how I need to tell someone cause this is too crazy. So I sit on the bench and read and wait for the bus (I'm citified... well not quite cause I wasn't listening to my ipod). The bus comes I get on, sit towards the front and still am laughing to myself. One stop before my stop is a grocery store and anytime on the bus the majority of the people get off there. I am sitting at the front of the bus and not paying attention to the people in the rear. The grocery store stop is approaching....people start to make their way to the front. I look up and BAMMO smack dab in front of me is coffee man. I want to hide under the seat... seriously??????? He looks at me, I look at him, and then say in a very awkward like oh my goodness "hhhhhhey". He get off and I ride on... get off at the next stop and think oh great he might live in my neighborhood. I cannot believe that happened to me... he was on the bus......he must have gotten on in the underground station. So the moral of the story is... I WILL NEVER EVER EVER COMPLAIN ABOUT JUST WANTING SOME GUY TO ASK ME OUT FOR COFFEE AND A CONVERSATION..... nope never again. My only question is how does getting asked out on the bus differ from getting picked up at a bar? Is there any less sketchola factor in either situation? I think I will be driving for a few days :)
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