Missed Convo On the 2

*This one is pretty long.

I had to go to work right after NJAHS, so I walked to the bus stop on the corner of Laguna and Sutter. Now as you may know, my internship in is Nihonmachi; Japan Town. So one can safely assume that it has its share of cute, petite Asian girls. Do I even have to say this? They are very attractive. So anyways, I'm waiting at the bus stop. Headphones on of course. Max volume of course. I'm already in my bubble. There are more than a handful of other people waiting as well and about a minute before the bus arrives, the aforementioned type of girl walks to the stop. I assume that she had just went grocery shopping at the Japanese super market as she had about 5 bags of stuff filled to the top. Looked like she was struggling with them. If you're guessing that I took my headphones off and went over to talk to her then stop that right now. What is this post entitled?! If you weren't guessing that (probably everyone), then sorry. I sometimes like to pretend that people think that I'm cool like that. The bus came. The 2.

It wasn't raining like this. What'd you think this is, a movie?

There was already a good amount of people on it, and with us getting on, it got kind of packed. Now I'm still in my bubble so I'm not paying attention to anything. The girl? I could not have cared less where she was. She's probably still at the stop, waiting for another bus as it didn't look like everyone got on the 2. I look to my right and she is right next to me. My first thought was, "What the ninja girl. How'd you get in front of me?" Anyways, you see cool people all the time in San Francisco. I didn't get nervous or anything now that she was right next to me. I was in my bubble member? So the bus takes off and at that instant you know that this driver sucks. The kind that presses the gas and brake way too suddenly, jostling everyone who is not lucky enough to be seated. It's a good thing that this Asian girl is six feet tall and has a good grip on the bar that I must raise my arm to grab. NO. FALSE. She can barely reach it! At best she has her index and middle finger barely grasping it. It's not even fully wrapped around or anything.

Pictured: A stronger grip.

But don't worry! The people at SFMTA know that the city is plagued with short Asian females. Usually on each bar is a strap that allows shorter people to grab on to. You know, so they don't fall or anything when they are carrying their groceries home. There weren't any near her. Not any in her reach at least. The closest one was the one right in front of my face. I am still right next to her. Since I'm normal sized self conscious about my manhood, I wasn't using it. I looked at her. Then looked at the strap. I looked at her again. Then looked at the strap. I think I have to get something out first. I don't interact with people on the bus. Especially when I have my headphones on. Like never. The thought of saying hello or initiating some kind of conversation never crosses my mind. Just as how I do not want to be bothered, I respect that other people might feel the same way. This kind of thing has happened before. I will sit or stand next to a cute girl for an entire bus ride and not do anything. Doesn't even matter if I'm listening to music or not. I just don't do anything. I don't think that people would want me to talk to them. I dunno, I'm just shy about that stuff. So I looked at her. Then I looked at the strap. I felt like everyone in the entire world was watching me do what I did next. I put my hand on the strap. I slid the strap over to her. I moved the strap from dangling in front of my face to dangling right next to her out stretched arm. The whole planet cheered in unison. She looked at the strap. Then looked at me. We smiled at each other.

See the black strap of destiny?

My first thought was, "What the hell did I just do." I punctured a hole in my bubble! I wasn't ignorant anymore of what was going on around me. I got super nervous and could feel my bubble deteriorating every second that I worried about what to do next. Did she just smile at me?! Her hair is covering her ears; is she listening to music as well?! Should I talk to her?! I could ask her about her groceries. Is she Japanese? Maybe I can converse with her in Japanese! She's really cute. Maybe I should say something about the driver. It'll be hilarious. Wait, I have to take my headphones off. But my music is super loud, I'll have to turn the volume down before I take it off. That'll involve me taking it out of my pocket. I can barely move. Ahhhhh, soo many processes just to get rid of the bubble unawkwardly!! That is what was going on in my head. My small dumb head. I think my heart rate tripled.

My saviors.

I breathed a sigh of relief when more people got on, prompting everyone to move back. Calm down, calm down. I'm not going to be next to her anymore. The encounter has just ended and nothing has happened. Don't worry, not like you could have done anything. You had to move back because of all the people. I mean all you did was move the strap over to her. Stop over analyzing things, idiot. How dare you even think about taking your headphones off. Everything is back to normal.

OH SHIT, she's still right next to me.

I didn't do anything. There wasn't anything for me to do. She wasn't struggling to keep her balance. At times, the shitty driving caused her to bump into me because she was still carrying all her groceries. She'd smirk, almost apologetic-like. I'd smirk don't worry about it- like back. I still had my headphones on, blasting. My thoughts were still frantically buzzing around in my head, but I felt more calm. She got off a couple stops before me. My first thought was, "Frick." Would the situation have turned out differently if I wasn't listening my music? Why didn't I just take it off to talk to her? What the hell was in those bags? Why did I get so nervous? Why this and why that. It's too late now. Just like how I listen to music to prevent my bus rides from ruining my day, it also prevents my bus rides from making them.

Why can't it just be empty all the time.

Reason #1 to stop turning into a deaf zombie every time I ride the bus.