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He was looking at me. Not just the usual glance you recieve from fellow would be travellers waiting in the elements for the bus to arrive but actually looking. I caught his eye and he smiled and nodded, checked his watch then pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket and started what I can only assume to have been txting. All normal but something felt slightly off. The bus was pulling round the corner and all thoughts of that moment got buried under the need to fish change from my pockets for the fare.
A friend of mine was in hospital and for the past few days I had needed to get this certain bus, the number 10 to get me too Sunderland Royal. I'm a creature of habit and was there bang on 9:45 each time so that I got there just as visiting time started. He was only in for a routine op, nothing serious but mates are mates and I knew he'd be happy to see someone other than the little chubby Asian nurses and old men that inhabited his ward.
The first time I'd gotten the bus I'd noticed my fellow traveller. He was alittle taller than me, guessing about 6ft and stocky. Looked in his 50's with shaved hair and friendly eyes. I'd not payed any real attention to him till he seemed to have payed attention to me. The next day he was there again when I got to the bus stop and greeted me with the same warm smile and slight nod of the head. I returned it with a smile and a "Hi" then stood and waited.
"Hope it's on time today" he said sounding like it was aimed at me and no one in particular at the same time.
"Heres hoping" I replied. The buses in Sunderland are terrible things and are like a lottery. Anywhere from 10 minutes before to 10 minutes after they are ment to arrive was the usual and you could never be too sure when they would crawl up to the stop. Didn't help that my town seemed to be pretty much permanently stuck in Winter weather other than a few weeks of sun in the Summer, well if what we get could be called sun.
We chatted as we waited for it to roll along. I say chatted but it was very much a Q & A on my part starting with why I'd suddenly just appear at this particular bus stop days earlier, where abouts in Sunderland I was from, how my mate was. All pretty normal and small talky. His name was Ron and he was really quite charming so standing talking to him was an easy and enjoyable way of whittiling away the time till finally the bus pulled round.
He gestured for me to get on first and the thing was packed with the living dead. Old people covered nearly every seat, talking about the most random things in loud voices as all old people in herds are prone to do. I took about the only seat left right at the back and Ron strode up the isle, bemusedly shaking his head and seated himself next to me. There wasn't much room and we were squeezed together tightly. "Pension day" he stated glancing round at the blue rince brigade.
We chatted and laughed. Ron was really easy to get along with and the bus journey flew by. Too quickly if I'm honest with myself and soon enough it was time for me too get off. He look slightly disappointed for a split second then stood to let me squeeze past. His right hand brushed against my buttocks and for a millisecond I was both shocked being straight and strangely thrilled. I put it down to being so packed in and trotted off to see my mate.
The next day he was there again and we chatted like old friends. He asked how my friend was doing and I told him that he was getting released later today so this was the last time I'd need the bus. "Thats disappointing" he said "I was getting used to having someone to chat to on the mornings and I never even asked your name". I told him I was Dave and we continued chatting when he suddenly slipped in a question about what my plans for the night was. "None" was the reply with a rye laugh. Being single for a while I told him I didn't really have much of a social life these day. "In that case why not have a pop round mine tonight, we can sink a few cans and watch the footy on Sky". With nothing better to do I thought why not. Ron seemed like a decent guy, he was fun to be around, always ready with a joke or a funny story so I accepted.
We swapped mobile numbers on the bus and he said he'd txt me his address so I could look it up on the internet so I knew where I was going. Turns out not really far from me and later that evening after throwing on some jeans and a tshirt I started the short walk to his. I was strangely excited at the thought of spending time with him. Maybe it was his personnality but for some reason I couldn't get his blue/grey eyes out of my head. Pushing the thoughts to one side I rang his door bell and within a few seconds there he stood. He looked like he had dressed up for a night out but maybe thats just what he wore away from the confines of our little meetings at the bus stop.
He stood in slippered feet with a really nice pair of jeans on. Tight and I noticed (eventhough I wasn't looking) that he had quite a bulge down below. His top was tight too revealing a stocky, many body. Hairy strong arms jutting from the short sleeves and a peek at his hairy chest from the neck line. He welocomed me with that warm smile of his and I almost melted, what the hell was wrong with me? He ushered me in and offered me a drink. He had a very comfy looking house. Not too spick and span with big black leather settees in the sitting room and what must have been the biggest television I'd ever seen outside an Argos catologue.