I met a girl on the bus on the weekend. I’m going out with her tonight.
This is my second bus date – I met another on the night bus home in Dublin (a memorable experience that usually involves someone throwing up, a high-octane fight between a drunken couple, and someone getting a low profile hand-job on the back seat). I went out with her the next night and she had her handbag stolen while she was kissing me in a doorway in Temple Bar. We went home together after a trip to the police station, but when she woke up sober, she decided she didn’t like me any more... She glared at me a couple of times on subsequent night bus rides.
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