When I was taking the T to work, there used to be this really cute driver on the 121 bus in the evenings. He was just terribly cute and I really wanted him to be gay. I’m not sure that he was. He had buzzed hair and a baby face but always wore a baseball cap.
Tonight, I ran into him at the grocery store. I don’t think he recognized me. He was looking awfully cute (as usual) with his Red Sox cap on backwards.
I really wanted to say hello and maybe even introduce myself. But he’s shy and I wouldn’t want to embarrass him. or myself.
Part of me wanted to hang out in the parking lot to see what he drives. It’s not really important, but I can just imagine him driving a little pickup truck for some reason.