I had saved money up for a trip to visit with him, and a it was wendsday when he called me on the phone. He told me he had gotten some depressing news and really just wished that someone would be there to hold him. The bus ticket I had ordered was due to leave that weekend, but I changed it for that very night. Why make him wait one more minute if I didn't have to. 

So I jumped on a bus.

The bus drive was very long, and I would like to say boring but i was far too excited. 

The bus trip started at 9pm where I was picked up at a burger king.  It lasted until 11am the next morning yet I never slept a wink. I was so nervous! 

I expected me and him would chat while I was on my way there, but he never did talk to me via the yahoo IM on my phone and it made me sort of nervous. I couldn't help but imagine this girl's story I had heard. She flew from Paris to NY to meet someone special, and when she got to her hotel, the person never did show up. She spent a week alone there with no where to go. What if I get all the way to MO from KY, and he don't even show up? I was so nervous the whole way there.

The bus was full of characters. Men who apparently thought I was good looking. It was weird and I was not use to the attention. The only one I enjoyed was a man who called himself "Steve-o" who was on his way back home to Vegas. I thought he must be an interesting person to live in Vegas to I chatted with him a bit. He kept snapping pictures of me to remember me by, we exchanged cell phone numbers so we could text sometimes, and I figured that would be the last I would hear of him. He still sometimes texts me now, a month later. Sometimes his texts say weird things like "I miss you" and  I can't imagine how. We only chatted for a couple of hours between one stop and another.

I guess I am just sexy like that.

The trip was long, and as I got closer to where I was going, I was getting very sleepy. I felt like I looked like hell, and I knew i was starting to feel like hell. The bus finally came to a stop, and I was let off - not at a bus station, but at a "doughnut King" and there I was. I used my cell phone to call Andy, and told him I was there.  Thirty minutes later, he arrived to pick me up,