You were like the breeze when you sat beside me on the bus. All I could do was compliment you; I had to do it quick! “I love your jacket.” I said, grinning when you smiled and turned your blue, eyes on me and said, “Yeah, I get a lot of compliments on it.” Thank god you didn’t wink because I would have died. We chatted a bit, you and me so free and easy… I couldn’t believe it. You are amazing. I wanted so bad to give you my number, anything! I even said that I wish I could’ve stayed on the bus to talk to you. Hopefully I will see you again. —You Won’t Remember Me
This article appears in May 26 – Jun 1, 2011.
I think I may have been on this bus when this happened….a couple of days ago in the afternoon, the #60 to the Passage? She was a percussion instructor, as was written on her jacket? If so, you’re right…very pretty girl. You SHOULD have given her your number, dude. It sounds like you two really hit it off. Best of luck to you.