Girl: Yes
Me: Great!...There’s only one caveat… well…um, can you pick me up?
Chilvary is not dead, it’s just my car is. Well, the truth is I don’t even have a car and I may not have one for a while. I don’t come from money, and I didn’t have a silver spoon hanging from my mouth when I popped out of my mom. I moved to Hollywood literally with a dollar and a dream.
I am like a walking contradiction when I am invited to parties in the Hills and galas in 90210 as I roll up on my two feet, most of the time with a bead of sweat falling from my brow. While everyone else is hopping out of their 430s and 911s, I just hopped off one of the sexiest 704s or 212s you’ll ever see – some even come in fire engine red. Still, I walk in like I own the party as I wipe the bead from my forehead. I am here because I belong here.
Why? Because:
I’m an Athlete
Everyone who is someone knows this: buses do not always run according to schedule so sometimes you will find yourself at your stop on time only to find yourself there nine minutes later - still waiting. On the contrary, there will be these times: it’s 7:03 AM and you’re bus is not scheduled to arrive until 7:08. But you hear it approaching with its roaring motoric tones. “Damn, it’s early,” you think to yourself as you strap up and prepare to blast off, dipping through the crowds and spinning like a pro-football player avoiding those who aren’t paying attention and speeding up like a Olympic runner as the timecode counts down on the stop signal. Your bus arrives and so do you, a little sweat and all.
I’m a Power Networker
Most people know this too: there are some really crazy folks that ride the bus and I am happy to be one of them. You’ll find just as many people smiling and talking to their imaginary friends as you will those who are conversing with other lively beings. I am one of those too. No matter your circumstances or if you have a bag of plastic bottles on your shoulder, if you can hold a conversation then we are going to have a damn good conversation. I’ve listened to tons of stories from how people have met their spouses to advice about ‘getting laid’ to ‘living with minimal regrets.’
I’m an Adventurer
I once took the bus to go wine-tasting. Period.
But after all that, let’s just say, hypothetically speaking of course, your car happens to break down and there are no nearby taxis, your closest friends aren’t returning your calls and we only have a few dollars between the two of us. What do we do? No worries – I will know what time, when and where the bus will be to pick us up and take us to our destination.
The real adventure is in the journey.
So hey, how about 7:00 on Friday night?
