...Doesn't mean you should.
Riding the bus last night to meet some friends for dinner, I innocently turn my head to look at the back of the bus, because I like to be aware of my surroundings.
I accidentally make eye contact with a stranger (I try not to...)
He winked at me.
Awkward. Uncomfortable. Heart racing (not in the "I'm so flattered!" way, in the "I'm gonna die, I just know it." way). Breaths shortening. Anxiety rising.
My stop is up.
He follows me off the bus.
I pull out my cell phone. "Jon! Either you or your wife needs to let me in your apartment NOW. Please. Just. Be. There. Right. Now. Thanks."
Crisis averted.
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
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