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Maybe I Should Take the Bus More Often
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I got on the Bx7 earlier this evening, headed to the Target in Riverdale. I don't usually take the bus there, since I don't really live that far away; I'd have walked, except for the rain. Anyway:

Traffic was crappy, the bus was crawling along Broadway, and I was sitting there, minding my own business, going over my shopping list in my head. There was a woman, maybe 40, sitting next to me, chatting in Spanish with a friend. I couldn't be sure, since my Spanish is pretty rudimentary, but I got the distinct impression that they were talking about me. After a couple of definite gestures toward me, I decided that there was no doubt that the woman next to me was talking about me. I didn't really mind- I was more curious to know what she was saying than anything else.

At 207 her friend got off. After a couple of minutes, the woman next to me said something to a woman a few seats away, clearly gesturing at me as she did so. I looked over at her, and then away. Then she asked me if I spoke Spanish. No, I said. She laughed and said that that was a good thing. I started to laugh.

Then she turned to me and told me that it wasn't anything bad. She said that there was something about me, and I quote, that made her want to be close to me, put her arms around me. That's what she was telling her friend. She said she was on her way home (presumably to her husband) and that she couldn't believe she was having these thoughts, but there was just something about me. She said she told the second woman that she didn't know me, but she just wanted to embrace me.

I was blushing like a schoolboy, and I think she took pity on me, changing the subject by asking me if I was headed home. We chatted, just small talk, the rest of the way to 225th Street, where I go off. She took my hand as I got up and said it was very nice to meet me. I reciprocated, and left. I was walked away I glanced back over my shoulder to see her following me with her eyes. When she saw I had seen her, I got a wave and a big smile.

I've never experienced anything like that, never been so blatantly hit on. It still seems a little surreal to me, like something from a movie. I'm blushing just sitting here thinking about it.

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