Bus Boy
Sara Bynoe
Ok, so I picked up this guy on the bus. I know, I should have known then, but he was cute. Anyway, we went on, like, five dates, then it was his birthday. I was kind of done but I didn’t want to break up with him on his birthday (do you really have to break up with some one after five dates?). So, we’re out (just the two of us- what a lame b-day) and I can tell that he wants me to go back to his place and give him a ‘birthday present.’ I told him I didn’t want to give that to him now (or ever); this turned into a full out fight about me being a tease. Blah Blah Blah. An hour later our fight was over.
Then, a month afterwards, I’m with a bunch of friends and we walk into a bar and there he is, right by the door. I wave and smile; he sneers and turns away. Whatever. Five minutes later he comes over to where I’m sitting and passes me a note, then declares to everyone “this girl is a cold hearted bitch.” I didn’t get to read more than the first line of the note: “I think you’re fucked up,” before it was snatched out of my fingers by my scandal-eager friends. Suffice it to say the guy left the bar shortly after and I was bought rounds of drinks by other men in the bar who told me “all guys aren’t bad.”