Most days I take either the train or bus to work. Today I took the bus and as I sat in my seat this morning, staring out the window (that's all I can do on a bus since I get sick reading) I noticed Hot Guy lined up to get on at the stop after mine. He was so cute—maybe in his late 20s with a six o'clock shadow (a littler heavier than 5 o'clock, sort of a la Brad Pitt). He had on this cool suit, but no tie. Now yes, I'm married. And yes, I'm happy. But in my head, for my 35 minute ride, I was going to have an affair of the mind with Hot Guy, who was now boarding. I looked up at him and in my mind I pleaded, "Oooo sit next to me!" Thankfully, my subliminal message flew right over the extra-large girl who had so many bags she looked like she was running away from home, and landed directly into Hot Guy's head. And he sat down next to me. Over the course of the next 30 minutes, I just stared out the window, listening to love songs, fantasizing about Hot Guy courting me, Hot Guy and me laughing over a bottle of wine, Hot Guy and me having a passionate kiss in the rain, all wet and sexy. I surreptitiously turned my engagement ring around, but I suspect Hot Guy already spied it. Then all of a sudden Hot Guy sneezed.
"Bless you," I said, breathy and sweet, conjuring up my pre-married, flirtatious self. I even batted my eyelashes—a little.
"Thanks," said Hot Guy.
Inside, I was bubbling with delight! Of course Hot Guy was completely taken not only by my coquettish demeanor, but he was thoroughly turned on by my impeccable manners! If only we weren't on the bus. If only we were somewhere else, like, oh, I dunno, Spain. If only I wasn't spoken for. If only....
I picked up on the sexual tension that was mounting between us somewhere around Exit 7. Then I quickly changed my thought—obviously, I was mistaken. Why would Hot Guy have sexual tension for me? Clearly, I'm married. I had a coffee stain on my rain coat. I was listening to the Karate Kid Soundtrack on my iPod. I'm a homeowner for crying out loud! I'm a total dork!
But when the bus pulled into our final destination, Hot Guy, who had the aisle seat, stepped back, held out his hand, and said, "After you" with a smile only Hot Guy could smile. I walked down the aisle secretly elated, knowing that if I were single, if I were looking for a man, if I didn't have darling Dan, I could have Hot Guy. Mission accomplished.
I felt Hot Guy follow me through the bus station, but I knew we had to part ways. I started to lag, and stopped in front of a store window. I turned my head to watch Hot Guy pass me. "Good bye Hot Guy," I said to myself. Perhaps in another lifetime, we will meet again.
"Bless you," I said, breathy and sweet, conjuring up my pre-married, flirtatious self. I even batted my eyelashes—a little.
"Thanks," said Hot Guy.
Inside, I was bubbling with delight! Of course Hot Guy was completely taken not only by my coquettish demeanor, but he was thoroughly turned on by my impeccable manners! If only we weren't on the bus. If only we were somewhere else, like, oh, I dunno, Spain. If only I wasn't spoken for. If only....
I picked up on the sexual tension that was mounting between us somewhere around Exit 7. Then I quickly changed my thought—obviously, I was mistaken. Why would Hot Guy have sexual tension for me? Clearly, I'm married. I had a coffee stain on my rain coat. I was listening to the Karate Kid Soundtrack on my iPod. I'm a homeowner for crying out loud! I'm a total dork!
But when the bus pulled into our final destination, Hot Guy, who had the aisle seat, stepped back, held out his hand, and said, "After you" with a smile only Hot Guy could smile. I walked down the aisle secretly elated, knowing that if I were single, if I were looking for a man, if I didn't have darling Dan, I could have Hot Guy. Mission accomplished.
I felt Hot Guy follow me through the bus station, but I knew we had to part ways. I started to lag, and stopped in front of a store window. I turned my head to watch Hot Guy pass me. "Good bye Hot Guy," I said to myself. Perhaps in another lifetime, we will meet again.
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