Too old for me
So I’m on the loooong bus ride from my job in downtown St. Paul to meet some friends at a bar in Uptown. I’m in the very back row. We’ve just crossed the river when a pretty good-looking man gets on and sits down on those sideways-facing seats in the back. I’ll admit, I’m enjoying looking at him, but he looks like he’s a good 10 or 15 years older than me (I’m 23) so I’m not really interested. Continue reading ‘Too old for me’
