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I have been not so perky of late... but I got a lovely ego boost on the bus last night.
Sitting there, watching houses whip by the windows, a young man approached from the back of the bus. He seemed tall (although I was sitting and he was standing so it's hard to know for sure), and was a little pudgy, not fat, just soft around the edges, with short dark hair and a cleanshaven face. He looked to be in his early 30's and was dressed in a business suit. He smelled really nice.
"Excuse me, did you used to teach at Macquarie Uni?" he asked me, softly spoken, so I had to lean forward.
"No, sorry, not me" I replied with a half smile.
"You're the spitting image of a lecturer I had a huge crush on the whole time I was at uni" he paused a moment before continuing "I always regretted not having the courage to ask her out, I don't suppose you'd like to have dinner with me would you?". I'm sure I blushed, I was very conscious of other passengers in the reasonably crowded bus listening to this conversation, and I was flattered. Given how starved of romantic or sexual attention I have been for so long, I very nearly said yes. Just so I could say I'd been on a date. I felt a tug in my pelvis as my ovaries, which have been screaming at me about having babies, lunged towards this offering of testosterone and sperm like a fat kid going for a cupcake. It also flashed through my head that all that awaited me at home for dinner was cornflakes and my milk was probably past the due date, so a free meal was not to be sneezed at either. However, the little voice of rationality piped up and reminded me that saying "yes" for any of those reasons would hardly be fair or ethical.
"Um, that's really sweet and I'm flattered, and kudos for having the courage this time around, but um, I like girls". I smiled up at him, and hoped he didn't think I was making it up. He did the backward nod, glanced out the window and said "Ok, sorry to have bothered you" as he pressed the bell for the next stop.
"No no, not a bother at all, thank you, really" I babbled as the bus slid to a stop. He smiled, mumbled a short "bye" and was gone.
It was a lovely ego boost for me, but now I'm worried that it was an ego dump for him... *sigh* ...
Sitting there, watching houses whip by the windows, a young man approached from the back of the bus. He seemed tall (although I was sitting and he was standing so it's hard to know for sure), and was a little pudgy, not fat, just soft around the edges, with short dark hair and a cleanshaven face. He looked to be in his early 30's and was dressed in a business suit. He smelled really nice.
"Excuse me, did you used to teach at Macquarie Uni?" he asked me, softly spoken, so I had to lean forward.
"No, sorry, not me" I replied with a half smile.
"You're the spitting image of a lecturer I had a huge crush on the whole time I was at uni" he paused a moment before continuing "I always regretted not having the courage to ask her out, I don't suppose you'd like to have dinner with me would you?". I'm sure I blushed, I was very conscious of other passengers in the reasonably crowded bus listening to this conversation, and I was flattered. Given how starved of romantic or sexual attention I have been for so long, I very nearly said yes. Just so I could say I'd been on a date. I felt a tug in my pelvis as my ovaries, which have been screaming at me about having babies, lunged towards this offering of testosterone and sperm like a fat kid going for a cupcake. It also flashed through my head that all that awaited me at home for dinner was cornflakes and my milk was probably past the due date, so a free meal was not to be sneezed at either. However, the little voice of rationality piped up and reminded me that saying "yes" for any of those reasons would hardly be fair or ethical.
"Um, that's really sweet and I'm flattered, and kudos for having the courage this time around, but um, I like girls". I smiled up at him, and hoped he didn't think I was making it up. He did the backward nod, glanced out the window and said "Ok, sorry to have bothered you" as he pressed the bell for the next stop.
"No no, not a bother at all, thank you, really" I babbled as the bus slid to a stop. He smiled, mumbled a short "bye" and was gone.
It was a lovely ego boost for me, but now I'm worried that it was an ego dump for him... *sigh* ...
