About a year after I moved to Atlanta, The Girlfriend* accepted a job out in the country. Since we had one functioning automobile between us, I got stuck taking MARTA. Because I lived on Peachtree Street at the time it was actually fairly convenient to take the bus, which came every ten minutes (imagine that) to the Arts Center Station and board the train. One thing I noticed riding the bus for two months was that no hotties ever rode the bus. Often, there would be eye-candy on the train. But never any on the bus.

Yesterday morning, as I boarded the bus, I noticed there was a beautiful baby sitting in the front seat. In disbelief, I cast a furtive glance to confirm this fact after sitting down. Then, after removing my glasses and rubbing my eyes, I checked surreptitiously again. There was an actual hottie on the bus! Unbelievable.

Soon, the initial shock wore off and I realized I would need take advantage of this unusual situation. So, on the ride to the train station, I was furiously wracking my brain to come up with a decent line. This would be very difficult and much different than a bar situation, where the beautiful baby in question would likely be inebriated and therefore susceptible to bad lines. However, it became a moot exercise upon arriving at the station, where she headed down the stairs to the southbound platform. Unfortunately, I work in the sticks and had to catch the northbound train.

notes:

* now The Exgirlfriend.