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Oct. 11th, 2004 11:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
apocalypsosOh, my GOD. I just met the hottest Israeli guy at the bus stop.
And before anybody thinks, "Good for you," it wouldn't be a meet-cute with me unless the dope got off the bus before I could get his name or phone number. *headwall*
So I get to the bus stop at nine, but because I'm a moron who forgot today was a holiday, my only indication being that I had absolutely nothing to do today at work, I had to wait for a bus that didn't show up until 10:30. I went down to wait for it and there is this gorgeous guy standing there with pretty brown eyes and wavy blond hair and these lips that made me think naughty thoughts. (The first person to quote Xander's line about teenage boys and linoleum doesn't get to hear the rest of the story. Nyah.)
We had to wait an hour out in the cold so we started talking, about my writing and sightseeing and the weather and Israel and Pennsylvania and gay marriage, and I feel I should be commended because at no time during any of this did I crawl into his lap and nibble at the little bit of chest that was showing because he'd left his shirt unbuttoned. (It's 53 degrees out and he left his shirt unbuttoned. That's probably the happiest WTF?! moment I've had in a month.)
At one point, the bus going the other way showed up, and Hot Israeli Guy got up and asked the female bus driver if that was the bus we both had to take. She said no (with a frown), and he gave her this heart-melting grin and said, "Aw, if I ask nice, would you smile when you say that?" And as flirty as he was about it, she and I both damn near died, and she smiled and said, "Nooooo," then called out to me, "Where did you find him?" I said, "I found him on the bench! You can't have him, lady! I found him first, so if you want to drag him home, tie him to your bed, and fry his brains with orgasms, you're going to have to time-travel back a half hour and beat me to him, you hussy!!!"
... okay, so maybe I didn't say anything after, "I found him on the bench," but that was probably because I was trying to casually sneak up behind him and fuck him when he least expected it.
And he had the unmitigated gall to be sexy, charming, smart, funny, and a good conversationalist all before getting off the fucking bus.
*whimper*
If anybody's looking for me, I'll be in my bunk.
EDIT: Note to self for tomorrow -- stupid training session at annoying stupid DHL station at another stupid Metro stop at noon. *grumble*
HORNY GIRL WITH CRUSH ON EDIT: Did I mention that when we weren't talking, he was singing Israeli music to himself in his lovely, lovely singing voice? I didn't? Well, that's fixed now.
Right. Back to my bunk.
And before anybody thinks, "Good for you," it wouldn't be a meet-cute with me unless the dope got off the bus before I could get his name or phone number. *headwall*
So I get to the bus stop at nine, but because I'm a moron who forgot today was a holiday, my only indication being that I had absolutely nothing to do today at work, I had to wait for a bus that didn't show up until 10:30. I went down to wait for it and there is this gorgeous guy standing there with pretty brown eyes and wavy blond hair and these lips that made me think naughty thoughts. (The first person to quote Xander's line about teenage boys and linoleum doesn't get to hear the rest of the story. Nyah.)
We had to wait an hour out in the cold so we started talking, about my writing and sightseeing and the weather and Israel and Pennsylvania and gay marriage, and I feel I should be commended because at no time during any of this did I crawl into his lap and nibble at the little bit of chest that was showing because he'd left his shirt unbuttoned. (It's 53 degrees out and he left his shirt unbuttoned. That's probably the happiest WTF?! moment I've had in a month.)
At one point, the bus going the other way showed up, and Hot Israeli Guy got up and asked the female bus driver if that was the bus we both had to take. She said no (with a frown), and he gave her this heart-melting grin and said, "Aw, if I ask nice, would you smile when you say that?" And as flirty as he was about it, she and I both damn near died, and she smiled and said, "Nooooo," then called out to me, "Where did you find him?" I said, "I found him on the bench! You can't have him, lady! I found him first, so if you want to drag him home, tie him to your bed, and fry his brains with orgasms, you're going to have to time-travel back a half hour and beat me to him, you hussy!!!"
... okay, so maybe I didn't say anything after, "I found him on the bench," but that was probably because I was trying to casually sneak up behind him and fuck him when he least expected it.
And he had the unmitigated gall to be sexy, charming, smart, funny, and a good conversationalist all before getting off the fucking bus.
*whimper*
If anybody's looking for me, I'll be in my bunk.
EDIT: Note to self for tomorrow -- stupid training session at annoying stupid DHL station at another stupid Metro stop at noon. *grumble*
HORNY GIRL WITH CRUSH ON EDIT: Did I mention that when we weren't talking, he was singing Israeli music to himself in his lovely, lovely singing voice? I didn't? Well, that's fixed now.
Right. Back to my bunk.
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:30 pm (UTC)Mmm hot Israelis.. *shimmy* ;)
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Date: 2004-10-12 01:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 08:31 pm (UTC)Well, live and learn. He probably had some deep, dark secret anyway. You're probably better off without. Right?
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:33 pm (UTC)Argh. Boys suck.
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 04:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-11 08:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 01:53 pm (UTC):P
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:56 pm (UTC)...guess your brain was really soaked through, eh!
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Date: 2004-10-11 08:59 pm (UTC)But still ... *headwall* No more meeting hot guys after eight hours of work and an hour in the freezing cold.
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Date: 2004-10-11 09:01 pm (UTC)Okay, I shall run away now before I discourage you even more! *runs*
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Date: 2004-10-12 12:34 am (UTC)Bring PEN and PAPER! And remember to ask!
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Date: 2004-10-12 04:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 05:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 06:32 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-12 05:31 am (UTC)And who knows... perhaps he is somewhere lamenting that he didn't get your number...
I'd definitely make sure you're prepared today... pen & paper (or handcuffs and rope)... whatever strikes your fancy :)
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Date: 2004-10-12 06:07 am (UTC)I'm married to one. :)
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Date: 2004-10-12 08:27 am (UTC)Hee.