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 So, I actually don't live in the city anymore even though it says so on my about page. (I'm ducking, just in case you feel lied to. Wait, let me explain!) I left last year and moved to more affordable pastures, you know, a small place I call Jersey (no stranger, I grew up there). I do spend most of my day in the city because I work and do everything there, which is why I still consider New York where I am. All my stories revolve around what happens to me there, and it's just... my life. I've spent years here/there. New York is my life, and I love it so. I just needed to preface this entry with that so I can tell you about (drum roll) this boy. This boy. Geez, what am I, 12? (Yes, yes I am. Prepare to enter my brain.) I'm a full-fledged commuter now; I take the bus into the city every morning (and home every night). For a while, the bus drivers changed. None stayed for too long, but starting from earlier this year, we started getting this one driver every morning. Now, I've known a few drivers in passing and they have sort of known me because I try to catch the same buses every day and night. Most have been older gentlemen (not many ladies, I've observed), and boy, have I been given advice on life, heard hilarious stories, and gotten called "kiddo" from time to time. So this one driver we started getting in the mornings, he's, uh, pretty young looking (I'd say late 20's?). And he's, uh, really cute. And, uh, I started crushing on him a little. For whatever reason, these are 3 superficial things I'm incredibly attracted to: 1) men in glasses, 2) men who are scruffy or are able to be scruffy, and 3) a deep rumble-ish voice like Simon Pegg. So a combination of those three together? Oh man. You guys. This boy not only wears glasses and is scruffy from time-to-time, his voice is smooth like butter. I swear, I could have him read me the telephone book all day and I'd just have a permanent smile plastered on my face. I say my hellos when I get on, and my thank yous or have a good weekends when I get off. This how it's been since day one, when he didn't speak very much. (I say this to any driver because, you know, it's polite and I really am thanking them for getting me into the city in one piece.) After a couple of months, I'm pretty sure he started recognizing me. We started saying "Have a good weekend" at the same time whenever I got off, and he started asking "How you doing?" in the mornings, though I can never really answer because people are always rushing behind me to get on the bus, and I don't want to hold up the line. In my head, I started painting a picture. He's close with his family, he has a beer with his buddies on weekends, maybe volunteers, and has a lovely girlfriend (or maybe he's even married or engaged). Wait, what? This is what I do, I always think that guys are taken. I have zero hope for myself, true story. I'm pretty average looking, I'm not really tall, I barely wear make-up, no nail polish (my tomboy-ish qualities I've retained from my childhood), I don't keep up fashion trends, I wear and buy what I like (mostly stripey things and cardigans)... I am who I am. And I'm completely comfortable with that. So there was one day a few weeks ago when he wasn't driving, and I felt sad. No one else drives like him! He really eases to a stop and makes the ride really smooth (like his voice). These past two days, Monday and Tuesday, I've been going into work early and taking an earlier bus. "It's not the same," I thought sadly as that driver lurched the bus forwarded and halted suddenly. So naturally, I was looking forward to my normal bus and my lovely driver today. When I got on, he said to me, "Where you been?" I was really caught off guard and didn't know what say, so I started to laugh. I just... it was so cute! I was laughing and smiling to myself the entire ride because he actually thought about me! Like, "Where's that girl I pick up here every morning? Where'd she go?" I won't go as far to say that he maybe actually missed seeing me those two mornings even though I missed seeing him those two mornings. It's so adorable; I've been smiley all day. And the funny thing is that we don't even know each other. I don't know his name, he doesn't know mine. We don't know anything except that we see each other every morning and say little things to each other. And then I had to answer his question when I got off. I just had to. Right? Right. I explained I had been going into work early the last two days blah blah blah and then hello verbal diarrhea fail fail fail. People were waiting for me to get off the bus so they could get off and I was rushed and blah blah epic fail. I shouldn't have said anything AT ALL and should've stayed with "thank you" and "have a good day." FAIL. My name is Amy, and I am a loser. I bet he was all, "Okay, I thought this girl was cool but NOPE. LOSER." What up, awkwardness, you are my life. Putting that aside, I keep replaying the "Where you been?" in my head because it was just so cute. And this little crush is turning into liking, and uh, I'm kind of in like with my bus driver. |
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Hi, my name is Amy. Be well, and say hello!
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laugh! Don't be so hard on yourself. You are not without feminine wiles. ;)
Aww, how sweet. Of course I can't even begin to understand. ;)
I've been getting a lot of advice lately (mostly unsolicited)that suggests your boy probably thought the awkwardness was cute.
Sneak him your phone number on a piece of paper. Simple!
Hi, my name is Manki. A little intro... I found your blog a few months back and have been following since. I love your pictures and entries and "lists"! Just wanted to drop a line and tell you, this is the cutest story! Please keep writing and sharing. I'm a fan!
that's fuckin' adorable! give him your number on a bus ticket or something.
totally adorable story. you need to hook it up! i was watching Speed the other day which is probably why i'm imagining this story ending with you guys happily making out after saving a bunch of strangers from a bomb on a bus.