
I was on my way home from work when i noticed this cute guy hanging on the other side of the street.
Dark hair.. A bunch of thoughts ran through my head like "is he staring at me?" but i decided to push them to the back of my mind. I always think that way - I'm paranoid. So I continued waiting for my supposedly every 6 minutes bus, clutching my worn out oyster card ,that ol' ticket to freedom.
"Hey", he said. He was standing right beside me. How did he cross the street that fast?!
I needed to get this daydreaming thing under control.
"Hey",was my reply. Articulate, as usual.
"Um." An akward pause. "So...you dont have a boyfriend do you?"
What the...?? This is usually the part where I take off my shoes and well er
who am i kidding? I'll try that sentence again.
This is usually the part where I start to mentally berate myself for being the loser with YOU HAVE NO BOYFRIEND written in fairy lights on my forehead. And then think up some excuse to get away from the embarassment - pretend to answer my phone which is ringing on silent, begin speaking a mixture of french and ibo so I sound like a tourist, wave at some car in the distance....then
His eyes. Woah. Blue.
So I said: 'No..er..I don't."
He pressed on, smiling slightly. Dimples."So.. can we get to know each other then?"
I hesitated, stuck between the somewhat insulting assumption and well...his eyes. And my own freaking shyness.
Then I said "No... I don't think so", to the consternation of my personal floating-atop-my-head- tom- and - jerry - style - mini - winged - devil. Who was screaming at me: wth are you doing?!
He looked at me in ( embarrassment?), apologised for my time, and left. Then the bus was round the corner, and I got on.
Did i do the right thing?
o Mango o