Yesterday I got asked on a date… on the bus. This has happened to me once before but he was heavily intoxicated and asked me to do crack with him under the South Congress bridge. Unfortunately crack isn’t my vice – I prefer Nutella – and I had to go to class so I don’t really count it.

Here’s how it went down:

I was sitting at the bus stop by 21st and Guadalupe going South, listening to a little Montell Jordan minding my own business, when this guy decides to plop down next to me. Literally right next to me. Probably less than 1 cm away. He looks like he’s about 19 years old, rocking a striped polo and cordoroys (very suspicious when it’s 1 million degrees outside), has a monogrammed backpack and compliments me on my toe nail color, which did score him some extra points. After about five minutes of awkward eye contact the 1M comes.

So I bust out a Lebron James sized stride to get on the bus and grab the first seat I see in the front and he grabs a seat in the back. At this point I’m feeling a little more comfortable and put my headphones in. Then I look up… big mistake. He is peering into my soul. I don’t even know what to do, there’s literally no way out of this.  And then the unthinkable happens – two wheelchairs need to come on the bus and guess where the only open seat is? Directly in front of him.

I walk down the aisle of the bus, feeling like I’m walking the plank, and sit in front of him. After a minute or so I feel a tap on my shoulder and a part of me dies. I turn around and he whispers, “…are you a student?” and I respond with yes, kind of, I just graduated. Then he says “Can I have your email?” I asked why, and he whispers, “I want to talk to you.” I’m flattered and scared for my life at the same time. Is that possible? So I give him my email address and pop in my headphones as fast as humanly possible. Some Daddy Yankee comes on so my nerves are at ease and I’m able to get my krump on to a little dame mas gasolinaaaa. As we approach 6th and Congress he gets up to get off the bus. He stops in front of me, holds up the line of people trying to get off, shakes my hand and says, “We’ll be speaking soon.”

WHAT DID I JUST GET MYSELF INTO??

Then I arrive at my final destination, Jo’s Coffee, to get some work done and to process what had just happened and I received this email from my secret (or not so secret) lover:

He’s very bold, which I like. He asked if I was okay – very thoughtful early on in the game which I also like. And I’m glad that he was able to tell that I am constantly jacked up on coffee. Very observant, plus supplying me with caffeine and a good taco is the easiest way to my heart.

I am by no means trying to belittle his efforts to woo me because I would never have the cajones to pull a move quite like this, and let’s be honest, who else is trying? He’s a man who knows exactly what he wants, or in this case who he wants. How can you not respect that?

I feel like the only solution to this is to have my own dating show, ideally a cross between Flavor of Love with Flava Flav and Rock of Love with Bret Michaels.

Any takers?

TRULY apologize for the hiatus, it was a little longer than expected. I went home to a far away land called Boston, Massachusetts for my little sisters graduation. Lots of food, lots of family but not a lot in the hunk department. I think I gained about 50 lbs but hey I’m a stress eater and I didn’t take the separation from CapMetro very well.

So I’m back and trolling every bus route in the Austin City Limits for some eye candy, and I refuse stop until I find the man of my dreams – or have another graduation in the family. Enjoy!