Plastic Bags, Instinct, and Being Fly.

People watching is so interesting.   On my way to work the other day, I was so fascinated by this guy I didn’t want to get off the bus.

This man, in all his plastic bag glory, sat on the bus taking up an entire row.  When I say plastic bags, I mean enough that he was sitting on them to compact the bag space.   With shredded bags around his calves and plastic utensils hanging from his mouth like hay, he sat there fumbling through each bag.  After each action, he proceeded to make, what appeared to be, the sign of the cross.  He was very methodical and thorough.  Over and over again I watched his routine.

Then, in an effort to find the answer to the age-old questions of dating, sex and relationships, I kept thinking “How much time would we save if we could see these signs of craziness earlier in the dating world?”   If it is only as easy as spotting the crazy guy on the bus, maybe dating and sex wouldn’t be as complicated.

Although a man that recycle and a possible Catholic wins major points in my book, this man on the bus was clearly not one to pursue. Well, no time was wasted here.  If I was attracted to him, I knew right away he was a bit off.   I think anyone would.

 Why can’t people reveal themselves little quicker?!?

Then again, this man on the bus, and many I have encountered, have no inhibitions and nothing to lose.   I had one guy, wearing a feathered fedora, and a gold lamé t-shirt tell me I was fly.  He then asked me out for coffee at the nearest McDonalds.  Another sore ridden guy, offered to “hook me up” with a free bus ride while covertly flashing me his pass.  As if that didn’t impress me enough, he offered to take me out to a steak dinner. 

I have to admit I was very excited about being called “fly” but didn’t partake in anything other than a gracious “thank you” in both interactions.

So maybe dating is a combination of sincerity and instinct with a dash of vulnerability? …..I don’t know. 

I do know that life has a way of presenting you with some fly situations where you trust your instincts and let things flow like a plastic bag in the wind.   All the while, recycling of course.