I met him 31 years ago while riding the bus. He was tall, light-skinned, and cute—at least to my eyes.
Now, I’m not a flirt by nature. I’ve never been the type to chase after men or throw myself in their path. But that day, something about him made me step outside of my comfort zone. Instead of taking any old seat, I deliberately sat right behind him.

And somehow, it felt like he sensed me. Maybe it was my curiosity. Maybe it was my attraction. Maybe it was simply one of those strange moments when two people become aware of each other in a crowded space.
Whatever it was, he turned around.
For a brief second, our eyes met, and my heart did a little flip in my chest. I tried to play it cool, but inside I was anything but calm. There was something about him that drew me in, something that made the noise of the bus and the people around us fade into the background.

I remember thinking that he was handsome, but it was more than that. There was a confidence about him, an energy that made him stand out. And when he looked at me, I had the distinct feeling that the moment wasn’t entirely one-sided.
Neither of us knew it then, but a simple bus ride was about to become a wild experience that would stay with us for the next 31 years. And beyond.