Despite the empowerment and “honest” peace that I have tried to create on this blog, I’ll be the first to say that it gets heavy sometimes.
My break-ups, my f***k-ups…my I give-ups….All in this place that sometimes feels like the Thought Catalogue meets Bridget Jones meets Carrie Bradshaw.
All the feelings! All the life lessons! All the thought processes that are meant to be happy and full of resolve, but of which can come off as its own type of bleakness.
So instead of a heavy story, make way for the funny.
Cause it is Friday, right?
About a week and a half ago, I was waiting for the bus. Yes, I was waiting for the bus here in LA which is quite possibly the oddest thing about me.
Even more odd than being the girl that quit dating is the fact that this girl rides the bus in LA sometimes, but I digress.
I was deeply engrossed in Mira Bartok’s “The Memory Palace” (I recommend) when a young guy strolled up and said, “You’re really beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I said even though I was dying on the inside. Dying to finish this book, dying to get home and dying to be a lone here in my solitude as I waited for my chariot at 10:30pm on a Tuesday night. Please go away, I thought. Please go away.
But friends, I didn’t say that.
I was friendly…and kind…and nice…. and dare I say charming to this person who was trying to pick me up at the bus stop…..in LA….at 10:30pm on a Tuesday night.
We chatted about books, film and he mentioned that he’s only been in LA a few months. General pop culture talk that Los Angelenos are famous for. And as I carried on a conversation with this guy, I didn’t think about how old he was. I had no intention of taking this past the bus stop (obviously!), but I knew he had to be young, certainly younger than me, especially when he mentioned that he was interning in film. Interning, I thought? Surely he must be a grad student at one of these ritzy film schools. Mid to late twenties. Young, but not scandalous.
Eventually I saw a bus come into view and as I was bidding good-bye, I said, “So what are you going to do now? Meet some friends for a drink? You should try that bar down the street. They have fantastic cocktails.”
Wondering what he said?
“I have to be careful. I don’t turn 21 for a few more weeks……….”
My first thought was, Oh Look! My Bus!
My second though was, Maybe I do still got it……….