(Previously: On a freezing January 6, I asked for Bi Not Out’s photo, and address.)
***
Everything hangs on this photo.
If he’s doesn’t look 27, or he’s super chubby, I’ll probably say no.
It’s freezing out there, and I don’t want to die of hypothermia on my birthday.
Also, I’m not sure which bus to take.
And if I miss the bus while looking for the correct bus stop, I will have to wait another hour to get the next bus; and by then, it will be girlfriend’s 1:30 return.
***
Then came this picture of a delicious young man.
In work clothes (I decide because of the ID on a lanyard).
Black Under Armor cap.
Eyeglasses.
Sideburns, and I could see the strawberry blond I always associate with sexy Irish men.
Black iPhone (not lower than Pro Max 12, I can guess based on its camera).
Left arm tattooes, massive.
Black wrist watch.
A little flab on the lovehandles.
But he is so gorgeous in his half-smile.
Beautiful blue eyes.
He’s my kind of guy!
***
So, yeah, come hell, snow, or high water, I’m going to meet this guy!
Now, this goes against my principle of not dealing with people who are in a relationship.
But he’s so yummy, and it’s my birthday.
And it’s freezing cold, and I don’t know my bus way.
And we are so close to 1:30!
So, I’m just taking my chances.
I’ll go, and if I make it to him before 1:30, that will be a sign to go ahead.
I mean, it can happen that I arrive before 1:30 and he says, “Sorry, not happening, my girlfriend will be home soon.”
I can take that; I’ll be a good sport about it.
But first, I have to take my chances.
Destiny is destiny, baby!
***
(11:57 a.m.) = On my way out. What’s your name?
— Don’t share that* sorry
(*referring to his photo)
— Where are you now
= Going crazy with bus
— How you mean
= Looking for bus stop. Getting a W3 (bus). Damn, next one is 12:52?
= If u give me ur house address, I might walk the 1.4 miles much faster
= Anyway, it’s still the fastest bus route. Where do I get off?
= Billy Mill-Addington is near u?
— Still a bit of a walk (12:21 p.m.)
***
Now, I studied the Google Map more, and realized I was on the wrong bus stop.
The W3 that I needed was across the street!
But now, I’m also feeling not so sure.
I’m freezing!
My fingers have not enough warmth to text.
My iPhone 13 Pro Max is freezing!
And he has suddenly gone offline.
I don’t know his house number.
So, I could actually get to his street, and just sing “On The Street Where You Live”.
I crossed the street for the other bus stop, but I was wondering, Should I just go home, and get myself a cup of hot chocolate?
***
(12:27 p.m.) = Hey, are we still on? Coz we can postpone if you want. Though I’m ready to go when the bus comes
= W3 bus in 7mins, according to posted schedule. I’m going the direction of Norham Road, Meadow Well, right?
— Yeah
— Well have to be quick, so massage me whole naked body, especially my lower back, ass and top of legs, then you can f*ck me for couple mins
= Ok. House number so I don’t knock forever. Haha. Quick entrance, quick exit
— Let me know when off the bus and I’ll let you know
= Got on the bus (12:38 p.m.)
***
It was a crazy bus ride.
The driver was mad at me.
I was cold, and excited to get on the bus.
The bus stopped, and it took a while before the doors open.
I panicked.
I thought there was a problem.
The driver was making some signs I couldn’t read because the face mask and the cold was fogging my eyeglasses.
But my eyeglasses caught the Emergency button by the door of the bus.
I pressed it. (To be continued)
