The Kiss Blowing Lothario

Just last week the strangest thing happened…. There was I, minding my own business hopping off the 175 in Borella and hopping onto the 190 and anxiously scanning the seats in the hope of locating one vacant one for my little ole self, when what do I see?.... this guy blowing kisses at me!!!!! I couldn’t believe my eyes! I looked blankly at him for a full minute until it hit my befuddled sleepy brain…. YUP he WAS blowing kisses to me. I made sure it was to me by looking wildly around to see if there was anyone else in the vicinity of the blown kisses. Nope.. Nary a soul but adorable me.

I wondered what I had done to inspire such ardor from someone I had never laid eyes on before in my entire life. I would have remembered him if I had …. He WAS kinda good looking too. I chanced another quick peek….. yup… there he goes again.. another handful of blown kisses and this time he batted his eyes at me too (that was the giddy limit – I thought ladies were the ones famous for fluttering eyelashes).

Humph I thought… and firmly turned my back on him until a seat in front of him got vacant. Of course I hastily took the weight off my feet and drifted into dreamland. A couple of minutes later I was rudely awakened by a tapping on my shoulder (none too gentle either). I looked around into lover boys eyes.

‘Ara parcele oyageda’? (Is that parcel yours?) he asks pointing to one on the luggage rack above us.

‘Naa’ I replied and turned away.
Another hard tap. Ouch.. that hurt!
‘Kaageda danna neda’? (Don’t know whose it is no?)
“Dannnaaa” I murmured turning away again.
Another prod on my poor aching shoulder … puhleeeeze.. doesn’t this man know how hard he is prodding me?

“We have to be careful these days no… people are leaving bombs and all.. don’t know whose it is ne?” he queried.

Luckily I was spared an answer when the man next to me growled that it was his, and snatched it off the overhead rack.

I sighed with relief and lapsed into my contemplation of nothing in particular. When Lake House loomed into sight, I quickly hopped off the bus without a backward glance and took two steps forward only to find I now had a shadow! What’s your name?? I was mute with astonishment at his persistence in the face of no interest.

“Aaaay what’s your name aney?”

Can you give me your telephone number?

Huh? Aaaai,??? aney???? (What the heck?)

Then he tried to push his phone into my hand saying….

“Here you can put it into the phone with your own hands. I wanna call you. (Guess it didn’t matter if I didn’t want him to call me).

When I still refused the man was almost jumping up and down in desperation telling me that he wouldn’t ever see me again and can I please, please, PLEASE, give him my name and telephone number?

Since he was trotting alongside me I asked him where he worked. At the WTC he informed me!!! Yikes!!!! That’s where I work too. He then went on to add that he had to go to a meeting on Bristol Street and that he got off the bus at Lake House just to talk to me (Oooh lucky me…. I was supposed to be flattered I think).

I curtly informed him that if he too worked in the same building (nope I didn’t tell him which office I worked in despite his desperate pleas) we’d probably bump into each other again and sent him dejectedly off to his meeting.

Phew!! What an ardent encounter. He didn’t recognize a no if it came up and punched him in his handsome nose!!! It certainly made Sunethra and Tushara laugh though when I recounted the tale to them… so guess there was some upside after all!