USS Clueless: Earth to Timi

Mr. Bus Driver Guy had been pulling for me to attend the Jazz Festival with him this weekend. I was a bit apprehensive to attend with him because he & I are just getting to know one another. I told him that if he sat in the park with me, then I'd go to the jazz fest with him. He's a cool guy. I'm starting to do something that I said I wouldn't do. I'm starting to like him.

He & I first "met" back in February. Instead of driving, I decided to take the bus to my grandmother's one night after I left work. As I stood outside of the bus shelter, I heard the honk of a horn. I turned my head towards the bus. In a very sarcastic tone, the bus driver said, "Yes. I'm honking my horn at YOU." He motioned for me to come over to him. I rolled my eyes. He asked my name and I told him that it was none of his business. He started flirting with me. I said something rude and then I got on another bus.

I'd see him every now & then, but I really didn't pay him much attention. A co-worker rode his bus regarly, and she'd tell me that he'd ask about me. I didn't pay her much attention either. Whenever he saw me walking downtown, he'd say hello. I always spoke back, but it was never an enthusiastic "hello". He said I was mean. I laughed it off.

Flash forward to late May. I was parking my car on a street a bus came alongside me & stopped. It was Mr. Bus Driver Guy. He said, "Hey! How are you? I heard you weren't feeling well." We had somewhat of a 20-second coversation. He gave me his number. I said that I wasn't going to call him. I saw him later that evening in ACME. We talked for a few minutes. He made me promise that I'd call him. I had intentions to call, but something always came up when I said that I would call him. I saw him about a week & a half ago. I felt bad about not calling him, so I gave him my number.

He called & we talked for a while. He asked me on a date, but I refused. "Do you flirt with every cute chick you see?", I asked. He said, "No. Just you." I was like NEGRO PLEASE...DON'T GIVE ME THAT SMOOTH CRAP. I have to admit, I was a bit intrigued. We exchanged calls for the next few days. In a later conversation, he would ask me to the jazz festival. I agreed to go with him only if he would come to park with me. He agreed. We went to the park, sat on a rock & talked. I became smitten with him when he began to talk about music. I was upset about that too. I did not intend to fall for this guy. In fact, a few weeks ago I prayed that God would teach me how to be content in my singleness. I've been trying to avoid relationships for personal & spiritual reasons.

As we talked about music, I thought, "God you are so unfair for this." Mr. Bus Driver Guy began to talk about Miles Davis, Theloneous Monk, Duke Ellington and a host of others. He began to talk about Hugh Masekela, and I thought, "God this man is perfect!" He asked me about my musical interest. I told him. He then said, "Hey...do you like Gospel Hip Hop?"

GOD...YOU DON'T PLAY FAIR!!

In my best Madea voice, I said, "I should punch in your face." I didn't mean to say that aloud. It just came out. He laughed at me. I told him that I loved Christian hip hop. We had a whole other conversation about that alone. He asked me if I'd go to church with him. I had to refuse because I had plans to attend my own church. Each time he opened his mouth, I wanted to say, "GOD WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!"

Needless to say, my conversations with Bus Driver Guy have been great. I don't know what will become of our friendship. All I know is that I like him...and I wasn't trying to go down that route.