I'm not sure why this guy is driving me to want to boil his bunny. Maybe because he is so stunning. And when I say stunning...I mean it and so do all my friends who got to meet him.
Well, in rides Cowboy Shane to steal my heart and everything that comes with it. Now, I have not heard from him since Friday morning when his delicious ass drove me to work and met my co-workers. I had to show him off. He is an Adonis.
Cowboy Shane is my nick name for him. I saw his for the first time six weeks ago. I was catching a street transit (bus) after work and he was the conductor (driver). I usually do not ride at this particular time, but by happenstance, I did this time.
The door opened and the the sexiest man alive was staring right at me, waiting for me to board. Blonde and blue-eyed men are one of my favorite flavors.
I locked eyes with him and immediately my lip stated to tremble and sweat. His piercing blue eyes looked thru me like Superman can when he uses his x-ray vision. His model like looks took a toll on my body, leading me to tremble with excitement when I sat down. I sat in the back. I was so nervous, I didn't want him to see me shaking just from the sight of him.
I could do nothing except look straight ahead, facing him the entire ride, which leads me to the end of the line. It's only a 10 minute ride, but it seemed as if it took forever. Time literally stopped...stood still...whatever. You get the vibe, right?
I made sure that I was on every week from then on, since I only ride in that direction once per week.
It almost became a sport to see him. Would I make it to the transit in time on days I was running late? You're damn right I did. I don't care if I was running in heels, I was there. Every week at 6:20 pm.
That was six weeks ago.
Last week (April 27, 2011) I gathered enough courage and practiced what I was going to say to him. I was going to speak to him for the first time. Of course, I thought he would never go for a gal like me. I'm no plain Jane, but a guy like that could have girls lined up around the block to pay him for a kiss.
Well, needless to say, when I saw the transit approaching, I began to sweat like I had just run a marathon. I quickly touched up my makeup as he was at the stoplight down the street.
It seemed as if it took a thousand years for the transit to pull up to my stop. Someone deboarded and another passenger was waiting to board. I let them board first.
"Well," I started, "Do I get to see you're handsome face every Wednesday?" He smiled. I don't know if he heard me because I didn't hear myself. I felt like no sound came out of my mouth. "I guess so" he replied with his deep, bass-y voice.
My mind fainted, but my body managed to make it to the seat in the front. Apparently he had more to say. "You look nice today", He said.
Uh...me??????
"Thank you. You do as well!", I managed to spit out words, but in my mind, I was speaking gibberish.
Fast forward to the end of the transit line and the end of the trip. He usually takes a 10 or 15 minute break before making the return trip on his route.
He stopped me from getting off the transit and said that he had wanted to say something to me, but that he was a bit shy and didnt know if there was someone in my life like a boyfriend or something.
I explained that I did not have a boyfriend and we proceeded to exchange numbers. I offered to take me out to dinner on Thursday and I agreed, but not before asking if I would make dinner first and have him come over to my place...
Uhhhh, me?????
Fast forward to this day. I want to boil his bunny. I am no Fatal Attraction, but I am just miffed. I don't want to make Cowboy Shane look like the bad guy here. We had a phenomenal next 48 hours, but by heart is crushed.
No word from him since Friday. No text message. No call. Serious radio silence and static.
I wanna create stories in my head about where his cell phone could be or what's going on with him. I know he's working and he's busy. Does that silence mean he is not that into me? Some of my friends say yes and others disagree.
Cowboy Shane, if you're not that into me...just let me know and I'll spare your bunny. It's the hanging on to hope that kills.
To be continued...
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