Day 72- Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Day 72- Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Well! I couldn't go out in service today, my ankle is swollen pretty bad. I didn't remember this in the morning and like usually literally jumped out of bed like a ninja (oh come on like you guys don't do that sometimes too, just to see if you can) anyways, I forgot about my ankle and jumped down it hard after flipping over my bed and kicking the air. But I realized it as soon as I did it. And it resulted in a strange gulping/gasping/squeak noise that made me choke on my saliva and almost fall down. Either way its bad. Its a tad discolored but I can feel the swelling and that its swollen by the bone. Ouch! So no service thanks to stupid ankle…I hate stupid ankle.  It took me about an hour to walk down to the store to catch the bus. Guess its a good thing I left early right? But my ankle was SUPER sore by the time I got there. I can only imagine how much worse it would've been if I had to walk up hill. oh well. Today was a confusing day to me. Normally Wednesday is a long service day. But not only did I not get to go out in service I went to Rio Sereno. PLUS, my ankle is all messed up which gets me out off my awesome mood. Plus I rode the bus with the gorgeous driver today, just seeing him throws me off my game, but I guess I should be used to that seeing as someone else has the same affect on me. ANYWAYS! There was a little old lady that got on the bus after me. All the seats were taken and since obviously me being the only chick on the bus, I was the only one to offer my seat to her. Such a gentlewomen! :) haha anyways, she sat down and the money guy told me to go sit up front. Here the busses have 3 seats up front their is like this weird middle divider between the driver and the passenger seat then there is a seat that can be unfolded between them for a third person. Unfortunatley for me the regular seat was taken already and I had to sit in the fold-out seat. Next to Señor. Mr. Man! Don't know why but I didn't like it. Mucho uncomfortable because its kind of hard to think about other people, which I am always doing, when Mr. Rico-Suave is sitting next to you, oozing with testosterone and glowing as if he was bathed in ferimons (i don't know how to spell that) and radiating gorgeousness. Seriously like a mix between Heath Ledger (pre-Joker or Broke Back) and Romeo from Aventura (post the 'Romeo and Juliet' dance) add some more handsomeness, charm, make him a bit darker, muscleyer, a bit taller, and being less then an arm's length away from me. And thats what this guy is. Oh yeah! Add that cologne of his to the mix and you got HIM! So I climbed up into the chair and stuck my headphones in, cranked up the tunes, and went back to normal enjoyable thinking topics. I figured he would leave me alone seeing as I was surprisingly not into him. Surprisingly for both him AND me. My thoughts are a LOT more important to me then this beast of a beauty. My thoughts are better. ;) So there I was sunglasses on, listening to my music, starring forward but totally tuned out as to what was around me, I hear voices and noises but nothing registers (yeah! my thoughts are THAT good). Nothing registers at all, until a very tanned muscular arm with a nice gold mraclet (man-bracelet) is waving in front of me. It scared the junk out of me…almost. The bus has stopped and I feel people getting out, but the arm startled me and took me away from my thoughts so automatically I rip my headphones out of my left ear and reply with a 'WHAT?!'. It came out as an annoyed and angry 'What' because it took me away from my thoughts. Which both surprised me and him. He just looks at me for a second his expression VERY obvious… {Why is she not taken aback by me?} He just keeps starring at me confused and curiously. His helper with the money says 'Ok we can go now'… But he just keeps starring, he is consumed in the moment of me bing most likely the first girl not melting on the spot of him looking at her, and he can tell I am not planning on melting for him. which makes him stare more curiously and confusingly. "We can go now" I hear again…but he just stares. And then WHACK! The helper hits him on the shoulder with a rolled up magazine, making both of us jump. "I sad we can go now." Even though I have my sunglasses on, I can tell he is blushing a little as we puts the bus in gear and pulls away from the stop. He is silent, obviously trying to think of what to say. No matter to me, the less he talks to me the more I can think. I put my headphones back in and push play. He says something to me. Sighing I pull my headphones out and say AGAIN "What?" in a less aggressive tone. 

"I said where are you going?" Oh good lord! His voice! Deep and manly! Almost gruff! And his breath smells like minty gum, the same type I am chewing. Not a bad first impression I suppose. It doesn't matter I do not plan on admiring him at all, as he is obviously thinking I will. 

"Where am I going?!" I reply in a questioning tone, Is that really what he said? Is this his way of trying to strike up a conversation? Doesn't matter, not gonna fall for it. Behave naturally I tell myself, which means respond to him like he is not a beautiful specimen of man, reply like what you are. A Californian! 

"Yeah. Where are you going?

"Well… This bus is going to Rio Sereno isn't it?" I say responding to his question with an obvious question.

" Yeah."

"Well then I guess that's where I am going." I reply. Sarcasm! He could use someone not drooling over him for probably the first time in his whole life. 

"Oh…right" he says and stares straight down the road, blushing again. While I think, is he really going to play the sheepish-boy-act? Really? Him? Whatever I have answered his retarted question and will very much like to go back to my thoughts and music. So I do. But this is probably the rudest anyone has ever been to him so I lower the volume of my music and fade back into my oh so loverly thoughts.. He says something to me again. Taking my headphones off again I ask…

"What?" He smiles for some reason and says…

"Your the one staying with the Miranda's right?"

"Yeah..why?"

"Just wondering."

"Hmm!" Haha! Conversation stoppers! Uninterested person! Unlike me, he is not trained for these things. Haha! 

"So?" he says trying for the 3rd attempt. I am now determined to have him fail in his attempts. Because he obviously thinks he will succeed.

"So what?" I say not really paying attention to him but now more focused on my music and my nail beds. 

"Uhh…So…Uhm…Well…Uhh" He clears his thought. Ha! He is not used to people in specific women talking to him like this. "Well…uh…." Give it up man, this looks sad. 

"Well?…What?" 

"Nothing."

"Ok" I say going back to my music and thoughts. 

"Uhm?"

"Yes?" I ask obviously more annoyed then before. 

"Well…uhm…So…You like it here?" Really? That's what he came up with? Lame! 

"Yeah its not to bad. I guess." I reply. 

"Yeah? You like it here?" he repeats, thinking attempt number 4 is somewhat working.

"Yeah. its not to bad" I say repeating myself. You know for being a coy ladies man he isn't really all that coy or ladies-man-ish. 

"Thats good. Im glad you like it here." 

"Why?" I ask because it obviously makes no sense that he is glad I like Panama. His helper has been watching this whole ordeal and is obviously thinking its pretty fun he is not doing so good. 

"Uhh…I don't know actually."

" Hmm…weird" I say returning to my music. His helper starts trying to muffle his laughter. We drive in silence. Good I think he has given up. Back to thinking…

"Do you have a head ache?" he asks out of the blue, ha as if any of these attempts are normal. Attempt number 5! 

"What?! Why would I have a headache?!" I ask looking at him with a weird expression. His helper is now leaning on a seat close by watching and listening. 

"Uhm…Well cause you have your sunglasses on."

"I don't have to have a headache to put my sun glasses on."

"Oh right." he says in a weird tone. 

"But no…I don't have a headache."

"So why do you have your sunglasses on."

"Well the sun is outside right?"

"Yeah"

"Well these are called sunglasses right?"

"Yeah"

"Well even though its weird, sometimes I were my sunglasses when the sun is out." His helper is laughing now. But he is just driving and blushing and then he smiles. 

"But its not sunny in my bus. So why are you wearing them right now?" Dang! 

"Because…" I say trying to think of how to reply without looking retarted. "Because I like my sunglasses" Lame reply. 

"Well you should take them off since we aren't outside." Ok that actually makes sense, but for some reason I don't want to and I don't know why. 

"But I like my sunglasses."

"Well they are nice sunglasses but you don't need them in the bus right?" The helper tells him someone needs to get off the bus so he pulls over and just looks at me, waiting. Are we really talking about this?

"Well thanks. But your right I don't need them right now." Why don't I want to take my sunglasses off? I am starting to feel really stupid, with them on. 

"So?" Sighing I take them off and put them in my backpack. 

"There" I say zipping up my backpack. "Better?" I add looking up at him. He is even better looking without my sunglasses on. Thats not good! 

"Wow." he says, looking at me, then he smiles. "There they are." he says starring at my eyes. "Better. You should never wear sunglasses" 

"Why" I ask, I can again feeling the helper starring at us, probably taking some sort of weird mental notes. Why do I feel so uncomfortable, why did I not want to take my sunglasses off? 

"Because" he replies, WOW! Someone just cranked up the charm thermostat on him. He smiles and not taking his eyes off of mine says, "Because you have beautiful eyes…Your very beautiful." THATS why I didn't want to take my sunglasses off. His helper is starring at both of us, whats going to happen?!

"Oh." I say, JUNK! What do I do. Play it off, remember your from California! This is nothing! Its just some gorgeous MAN telling you your beautiful!! DAH!! Thats when I realize the bus is completely quiet. Please have not everyone on the bus starring at me. I turn my head no one else is on the bus. Just me, Mr. Rico-Suave, the helper. And then I remember. The little girl next to me! I look at her, and her face I am guessing is representing what I look like, she stares at me like 'Dude! he just told you, you were beautiful!' She raises her eyebrows like if she is saying. 'Say something dummy!' I look back at him. He is smiling, he thinks he won! Pul yourself together women! Your from California for gosh sakes! I clear my throat, Say something dummy! "So, are you gonna continue driving or should I start walking" I say. YES! Took him by surprise! Good job! No he is the one that looks dumb and he is realizing this when his helper starts laughing at him. He clears his throat and looks away as he puts the bus back into gear and starts to drive. I look straight ahead. I can't help but smile. I won! We ride in silence, so I plug back into my music with my one headphone. Two little girls get on the bus and sit right behind his chair, they are like 10 and 8 and are laughing at who knows what. Then they start singing together the song that is on the radio. They sound so cute, I look back and watch them sing the words together. Adorable! Thats when I feel him looking at me again. I look up to see him starring at me and smiling again. Why does having a strange starring and smiling at me not freak me out? Well at least this stranger? Doesn't matter. We drive off almost to Sereno. 

"So you moved here right?" he says after a while. 

"No!" I laugh, "No. I don't want to live here!" 

"WHy not?" he is surprised again by my answer and laugh. 

"Because! I live in Mexico. I don't want to move here."

"Oh…So your family is in Mexico."

"YEah"

"Your friends?"

"Yeah"

"Your pets?"

"Yeah"

"Your job?"

"Yeah."

"Your boyfriend"

"No, I don't have a…..boyfriend" DANG IT! How did I not see that coming?! 

"You don't have a boyfriend?" he seems surprised and in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"Uhh yeah." I don't like this. Time to switch the conversation, turn the heat up on him, he deserves it for doing it to me. "So…how's your girlfriend?" I ask. 

"Girlfriend?!" he ACTS surprised. "I don't have a girlfriend."

"Oh right!" I say "GirlfriendS!" 

"You think I have girlfriendS?" he laughs, trying to play it off. 

"No. I know you have girlfriendS." HA! Got him!

"Well….Uhh…wait, why do you think I have a girlfriend?"

"I didn't say girlfriend I said girlfriendS…and I KNOW you have girlfriendS because I've seen them."

"Now those were probably just my friends that are girls."

"And you normally kiss your friends?!" HA!! It totally pays off to be observant! 

"Kiss them?!" he wasn't ready for that and is loosing his look. His helper is back to looking at us. "you saw me kiss my friends?"

"Mmhmm" I say still not really interested in the conversation, but back on my nail beds. 

"When? Where?" he asks worried. I just look up at him and raise my eyebrows, obviously if he didn't just get caught in his own game he wouldn't be so concerned, right?! "You mean you say me kiss them on their cheeks. That's what I do with my friends."

"Mmhmm!" I say not convinced but not caring either. "Sure!" 

"I don't have any girlfriends." he says with a little bit too much reassurance in his voice. 

"Right." I say "You just have a lot of "friends" right? A LOT of "friends" Mmhmm" I got him, and he has no way to back out of this. So he just laughs and shakes his head. And says no. We are entering Rio Sereno and he tries one more time. What attempt number is this? Al I know is it is now at a pathetic number right?

"So you haven't found a boyfriend here yet?"  

"Nah." 

"Why not? Nobody has caught your eye?" he asks making eye contact and smiling. 

"Nope." I say matter-of-factly. 

"Oh…why not? There are a lot of guys here."

"Because…" We are almost at the bus stop that I need, and I want us to get there faster. 

"Because?"

"Because." I sigh, "There aren't a lot of guys here…or in Mexico. There are just a lot of stupid little boys. And I don't like little boys." Something flashes in his eyes and he looks straight at me, turning on more of that rico-suave-charm of his and says in an amazingly dark and intriguing voice. 

"Im not a little boy" YIKES! Think fast! 

"No." I say. "No YOU are not a little boy. BUT, you DO have a lot of girl…."friends". So…" I won again! He looks at me again in surprise but this time his look is mixed with like a 'mmm she's different' look. Which makes me feel weird. Thankfully we are at my stop though. "Ciao!" I say practically jumping off the bus, and paying the helper, who looks at me like 'Wow!' As I cross in front of the bus and walk on the side-walk in the direction to a store. I hear someone say, 'wait' That's not for me right? "Wait!" I hear again. I look back he is hanging out of the bus window. 

"Come here for a second" he says. Why I walk back I have no idea, its like it wasn't even me walking. I didn't want to walk back, but I did. 

"What?" 

"I don't know your name."

"And? I don't know yours and Im fine." He is again surprised by this. But my comments and replies have lost their original shock and awe and he is getting used to being spoken to like this. Which makes it less fun for me, for sure. 

"I don't know your name…" he says. But all I do is glare at him. "I want to know your name."

"Nah…"I say and spin my feet to walk away. 

"Wait." he says again. I turn around again. Why is he doing this? People are watching us, now their expressions just like the helpers. Why is he making a big show, is that what he wanted this whole time? A show? that seems weird to me. 

"What?!" I say again, facing him. He is now wasting my time, and I want him to know that. 

"If I don't know your name, I will have to imagine one for you."

"Ok." I say again turning around to walk away. 

"Hang on." he says. 

"What?!" I say sighing and turning around to face him again. I take a step towards him, no sense in everyone knowing whatever it is he is about to say. 

"Im going to call you 'Beautiful'. Is that ok?"

"Sure, thats fine. I am going to call you 'Liar' is that ok with you?" He laughs, ha! he thinks Im joking. 

"I'm serious" he says, laughing. 

"So am I." I say, he stops."I have to go" I say. That did surprise him. 

"Bye 'Beautiful'" he calls after me. 

"Bye 'Liar' " I call over my shoulder as I walk into the store. The last thing I hear is the helper laughing at him, and the bus starting back up. I get into the store, walk away from the door, go to a middle aisle, which just so happens to have mirrors and I see Im blushing. My cheeks are red. Im guessing cause he made a scene and everyone was looking at me…told you this would be an off day! Either way now I am in a store and I have no idea why I am in here. Seeing as I don't need to buy anything. I look at my cell phone. Im going to be late! I make sure the bus is gone and leave the store, fast-walking to the internet cafe. While I walk I think. 'I woke up feeling frumpy…And now I feel weird…why did he flirt with me?…I look frumpy, today. Don't I? Oh feel at least he flirted with me..wait…did he?…DANG! I think he was flirting with me…Hmm…well at least he was smoking attractive!…wait…no!…wait….was he flirting with me?…no…wait…yes…wait…no…wait what?

Obviously this whole thing confused me and then made me mad that some guy could get me so confused and angry. Especially someone I don't even know. I don't like it. How come only losers see me?! Maybe I should ask a loser like him why he is all flirty (IF he actually was in fact flirty) with me? I should ask him why he finds me interesting and intriguing and over all, worth his time? I should ask him why he is into me. No…wait…that probably would be a very bad idea to ask someone like him why he is interested in any person. Never mind! Not gonna do it! Bad plan! 

I only got to talk with my family a little bit and that made me sad. I had to leave so that I wouldn't be late for the bus. Then as if my bus ride to Sereno wasn't bad enough the one coming back was worse by far! Let me tell you guys about it… So I leave the internet cafe at 6 in order not to be late for the bus ride home. Supposely its supposed to leave at 6ish. This meant having to stop talking to my Mama Llama earlier then I wanted to. ANyways, I am on the bus at 6 sharp! Cause its the last bus home. There I am waiting…and waiting…and waiting. 6:250 comes and goes, as do many different passengers. They aren't worried about the bus leaving them, so they get on sit for a few minutes then shout at someone that they will be back and leave their stuff and climb off, walking away. Ok I think its either we aren't leaving for a while OR they are leaving lots of bombs on this thing. Isn't that what they say to look out for in airports? People leaving bags saying I'll be right back. Guess its a good thing we are not in an airplane. Cause I would probably be running away from this area, to no prevail cause if all these bags were bombs there would be no hope for me. Either way, it doesn't matter. I am sitting there, cause unlike these people who all know each other, I AM afraid of the bus leaving me. So I sit there. 6:30! No comes the drunks. About 5 of them all try to get on the bus and most succeed and go to the back of the bus. The last one has to try a few times before he can manage to step one step up in order to climb on. He drunkingly murmurs about someone moving the bus so fast. This is sad I think. But I keep watching as does the rest of the bus. After about 5 tries he finally gets on and looks at the first person he comes to. Thankfully not me cause I thought he was gonna up-chuck all over them. And shouts "WHOOOOOO!!!" All are looking at me. And he laughs. "Im going home drunk tonight!" He literally sings this! Yeah buddy. Good job you can now check that off your bucket list. Your completely wasted. Actually getting to your house alive, well that's gonna be a huge feat for you. Good luck with that one! After this to try and not stare at the pack of drunks like everyone else I begin to take some notes in my book, and plug into my music. This is what my notes say…'I greatly dislike drunk people, especially if I am not related to them. Come on ya dumb bus!!! LETS GO! I wanna go home… At this point I could have been talking to my Mama Llama for an extra 30 minutes…This is lame! I wanna talk to my Mama Llama…I miss my Mama Llama…45 minutes! FINALLY the bus driver is here. Wait…no!…whats he doing?…Is he seriously planning on taking a nap right now?!….DUDE!….Ok we are finally leaving. I shall be hoping very much that none of the drunks upchucks on the windy road going home. And if one has to up-chuck please don't let it reach me!' END OF NOTES! So you see today was a very weird un-normal day! I didn't enjoy it very much. And I am tired now. So Goodnight DAY 72!