Boston. Bump. Bus. Boy. Another beautiful Fall day. Tonight, as usual, I took the bus to Zumba where I got to dance for an hour with no one bumpin' or grindin' on me... just me and 15 others dancing salsa, merengue, cumbia, reggaeton, belly dance and samba. I have a crush on the bus driver that takes me and picks me up from Zumba. He has that Boston accent that just makes me want to listen to him talk. Of course, I'm not going to do what I normally do when I like some guy...I'm not going to talk to him, not going to ask him out, not even flirt. No. He works the evening shifts, getting off at 2am, and I know that doesn't work for me, so not even going there. But, every Friday night, I see him. I don't know his name, and I am fine with that. Just makes me look forward to riding the bus on Friday nights. Day 5 of going to the gym (twice today) but then ate way too much ice cream (I just want to get it out of my freezer). Oh well, first week was a success.
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