I had noticed Katy a couple of weeks ago. She was this stunning girl who would ride the same bus home that I did. I try to save gas during the week, so on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, I take public transit. The trips are fairly boring most of the time, until I saw Katy get onto the bus.
She is short, I would say a little over 5 ft tall. She has a Goth style, with jet black hair and white makeup. She usually wears dark, black lipstick, but some days she wears none. Her forearms are covered in tattoos, and she dresses in all black everyday. I have a thing for Goth chicks. I had dated one a couple of years back, and I always seem to notice them in a crowd when I am out and about.
I didn’t approach her. I know how often guys get shot down when picking up girls on a bus. I figure that most girls probably just want to get home after work, and they probably don’t want to deal with some random trying to pick them up. But what was crazy was that we got off at the exact same spot, so once the bus stopped, we would always exit at the same time, and then we would both wait for traffic to dwindle down so that we could cross the road.