This post is for the unknown hot guy on the bus.

Bus in question: 335E, BMTC Volvo from Majestic to somewhere beyond ITPL which reaches Mayo Hall at 8:15 and has the lady conductor. Guy in question gets down at SGR and I get off at ITPL, I presume neither of us knows where the bus is actually headed.

Guy in question: Extremely, extremely hot. *blush*

Started with more elaborate descriptions of hotness but not going to complete them to conform to the austere standards of this blog and maintain my honorable reputation.

But honestly, Hot Guy you made me want to look cool - by singing along to all the songs I was listening to on the radio (even if it was gibberish I knew the lyrics to) or adjust my stole just that teeny bit more or something else that I might have done which at that time just seemed more cool than I usually am.

Enough with the praise already it's gibberish again and midnight. Ergo, no Hot Guy. Can I have my old hard disk at least if not Hot Guy?

But this post is for Hot Guy and you, sir - there are very limited things to do when YOU don't take the bus. So as a representative from the entire front half of the bus (read women's section), please concede to my request and start taking the bus again from tomorrow.