Elle and {The Bus Rider} Round II

I left off last time telling you about my date with {The Bus Rider}. Now you get to learn how he got his name.

After parting ways at his corner {like a first class whore - but not really}, I immediately dial my good friend {The Meow} to go over the entire date. I recount everything and she can't help but laugh at me. She tells me he seems very sweet and that I should get together with him again. She talks me off the ledge regarding the touching and tells me her husband was very similar. I decide to text him and thank him for a lovely time. Even though I sent horribly mixed signals, he responds by asking to meet up for happy hour later in the week. I'm definitely excited about that. Glad to meet someone who can look past my awkwardness.

{The Meow} and I get off the phone. I do a little shopping. And then my friend {The Doctor} calls. She worked the night shift the night before and is a little late in waking up. She asks me to catch the bus to her place {She lives in Wallingford} and says she'll shower up and then we can head to U Village.

I hop on the bus and sit towards the front. I'm on the phone with {The Doctor} - she is explaining to me where to get off. As I hang up the phone we are pulling up to a stop - and I hear a familiar voice. I see a familiar jacket. And hat.

Holy Shit.

My date - who I ran away from just over an hour ago - is getting on the bus.

Missed connection on King County Metro

Hello worst nightmare. What the fuck do I do? He {literally} steps over my Ugg and walks right past me and greets his friend.

Oh wait. No. {This} is my worst nightmare. He is {literally} sitting two feet away from me. Oh. My. Fucking. God. I'm pulling my hair in front of my face. I'm laughing hysterically on the inside. So hard that I am crying. I'm thinking - you can't make this shit up. This would {only} happen to me.
Wait. It gets better.

He starts telling his friend about our date. I'm {literally} listening to him recount his version of our first date. And, he's different. More confident. More at ease. I kinda like this side of him. And he's being very kind. If the tables were turned - who knows what I would be saying. I think you all can imagine what {Judgmental Elle} would have to say.

I decide I need to get the fuck of this bus. But I don't want to pull the ringer - for fear that I will draw attention to myself. I wait for someone else to pull the ringer. And practically {run} off the bus. Where I hysterically laugh for ten minutes. Oh, and sweat of course. Seriously. This shit would only happen to me.

Where am I? No seriously. I just got off the bus. And I don't know where I am.

xoxo, Elle