Adventures in Public Transportation: Googlie Eyes – by Ken Bolding
A couple passes the bus stand outside the Paseo Colorado on an after dinner stroll. She is in a little dress and stilettos. He is in slacks and a bright, blue, slightly clubby button down. Date clothes. This is an early date but maybe not their first. She is slightly tipsy and stumbles a little, clinging to him as they walk.
“I Googled you,” she says in a slightly mischievous tone.
He stops cold. She takes an extra step and turns to face him. “And what did you find?”
She slides her hands up his chest and caresses the back of his neck. “A church thing,” she says staring up into his eyes, smiling. He breathes again.
“See, I told you,” he says as they resume their walk, their arms entwined.
Their hands slide down of their own accord, and their fingers interlock. They walk another 10 yards and stop again. They face each other and slip into a long passionate kiss right there on the sidewalk. There’s no way to tell who has initiated it. But neither seem to want to be the first to break away. My bus comes, and I clear out. For all I know, they’re still there. I like to think so.
