It was just past ten and, in where I am, the sun had just set. I was out shopping the whole afternoon but I never really got to bring home anything. So what was supposed to be a shopping spree ended up as a window-shopping spree. My feet were tired and I was sleepy. I decided to go home. I took the usual train and waited the usual number of minutes to get to where I needed to be. The ride was totally uneventful except for a few guys ranting on why their baseball team lost the nationals or something like that. But I digress.
As I stepped out of the train, I felt something big was about to happen. And no, it was not about me finding out that Michael Jackson died - it was something more tragic than that. I looked out at the suburban skyline and tried to figure out what was wrong. From where I was I saw a bus approaching, 28B. I whispered a quick thank you to the heavens and ran towards the bus stop. Yes, my cardio now includes running after buses and trains. It's a good workout if I may say so. But I digress again.
It was perfect timing and this is always a good thing. I quickly boarded the bus and tapped my card on the machine. I saw a hunk just beside the rear door. I decided it was time to work my magic. I took a seat beside the gorgeous Latino. He was wearing a white shirt and jeans. Obviously, he had just come home from somewhere and I, I was wearing my usual office get up. I took a quick glance at him. Our eyes met. He smiled. I smiled back. I asked him where he was off to and he replied that he was on his way home. He asked me where I lived. I told him where.
He was sort of puzzled. I tried to figure out why. The conversation went on for a few minutes. The bus made left turn and then a right. Someone got off and the bus was back on its way. I looked out the window. That was when I lost it. I blurted out a crisp "shit!" to the surprise of my new found Latino boy toy, Carlos. I stood up and pulled the stop cord. The bus stopped. I got off. The doors closed and the bus was on its way.
By the curb, I pulled out a Frost and puffed. I felt cold. I did not know where I was. I did not know how to get home. I looked for a cab and found none. I started walking back and forth. I was in panic. Finally, after minutes of walking, I got myself a cab. I was home after a few minutes.
And then it hit me - I never got Carlos' number. Damn.
Blogger's Note: I am admittedly directionally-challenged. So there you go.
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ohhh....a latino...
siguro it's not yet time na makilala mo pa siya ng lubusan. malay mo bukas magkasabay ulit kayo :)
hahaha nice one...:)
Know what, while im reading your entry, the song that's playing on my list is "Terminal" hahahaaha...
Better Luck next time...
eeek. a lesson with flirting.
you should be making a mental note by now:don't flirt inside the bus :-p
we mizz ya fukka :D
haha wow! latino! hehe
natawa naman ako dun sa napayosi ka bigla.
you know what they say bout lastinos right....
AAAAAAAAAAAAHM!!!!
go gurl.....
bakla ka. magingat-ingat ka nga diyan sa states!
but i do enjoy reading your blog, but i just fear of your health..pero hay. whatever. as if naman ako malinis. ;)
Like they say, they're the closest you'll get to the real thing if you can't find a Pinoy. But come to think of it, that's what they say about Pakistanis in the Middle East. Which only means that a brown dick is a brown dick is a brown dick. But why be racist?
tsk-tsk... sayang
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