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But it was obvious that he was tall and wearing a long, dark coat, almost like a cloak. He must have realized I’d spotted him, because he shifted a little, like he was deciding whether to leave. It had never struck me how vulnerable I’d been all those mornings I’d waited out there alone, but the realization hit me hard then. Why couldn’t I own a car, like practically every other senior?

But no, I had to “share the ride” to save the environment.

I was thinking about how many times I’d probably waited for that bus over the course of a dozen years, killing time like any mathlete would, by doing calculations in my head, when I noticed him.

And suddenly that familiar stretch of blacktop seemed awfully desolate.

I was thinking about how many times I’d probably waited for that bus over the course of a dozen years, killing time like any mathlete would, by doing calculations in my head, when I noticed him. Locating a spot at the very back of the bus, I plopped down with a rush of relief. Maybe my imagination had run wild, or too many episodes of America’s Most Wanted had messed with my head.