Unfortunately for me, this story is one hundred percent true. It's also, one hundred percent sad and unsatisfying. It's not worth reading. It's only worth writing in order to have shared it with someone.
This is the story of how I, through personal experience, came to believe in love at first sight.
Until recently I, like many others, believed that what people called 'love at first sight' was really lust at first sight. That being the case, I had surely fallen in love at first sight with many a man, and even a few women. I'm sure it's quite a common experience to feel lust at first sight with many good looking, attractive people you see.
So, how did my views come to change, you might ask; through the following events.
I was on a bus, in the middle of a long 30 hour trip from the south of Brazil to central Brazil, sleeping. The bus driver woke me up to say we had arrived at the bus terminal where I would have to get off to change busses. Drowsily, I grabbed the little blanket I had been trying desperately to use to keep my legs warm (without much success), draped it over my shoulders like a scarf, albeit an embarrassingly pink scarf with little pandas and love hearts. I also grabbed my backpack and slung it over my shoulder and started descending down the stairs.
The only other two passengers who had been riding the bus with me had already descended. One woman who seemed nice enough, though I had barely spoken to her, and a young good looking man who I had chatted to throughout some of the journey. They were both already waiting for their luggage to be unpacked from the bus.
I took care not to trip, in my drowsy state, down the bus stairs and when I finally reached the last few steps I looked up and into the eyes of apparently the most beautiful bus driver, at the very least, I had ever seen, possibly the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
As I stepped off the bus our bus driver introduced me to this mystery man as, 'nossa amaginha Australiána', our little Australian friend. I smiled shyly at him and he returned the smile.
I didn't have much time to take in exactly how he looked, just got the general impression of being overwhelmed by how attractive he was, before I had to turn to turn my attention to the bus driver who had driven us up to this terminal.
He was using the luggage tags we had to make sure everyone had the correct luggage (with only three passengers on the bus I thought this was a little unnecessary).
Apparently they managed to give us the wrong luggage tags because the tag the woman on our bus had matched up with my luggage, not hers.
'That's not my bag,' she corrected, 'that one over there is.'
'Yeah, that's my bag,' I said as I held my hand out to receive my bag.
He gave it to me, unsure, and asked again if I was sure this was my luggage as the tags didn't match up.
My bag had the word 'Australia' printed on it in big clear letters, visible for everyone there to see. I pointed to the word and said, 'It's from Australia. It's definitely mine.'
Everyone chuckled at that. I heard the mystery man's chuckle amongst the others' and thought what a sweet sound it was.
The luggage now sorted out completely, we entered the bus terminal to await our next busses to arrive. I settled down all my luggage, including my backpack, embarrassing little pink blanket, and floral pillow down. It was already eleven o'clock at night, and the weather, which had already been quite cold, was near freezing as the hour neared midnight.
It was only now that I realized that the mystery man, who I had assumed to be another bus driver, was not indeed a bus driver but rather the clerk at the bus terminal. I wondered if it was bad that I was suddenly happy the weather had been so bad recently that we were forced to take a different route and therefore forced to change busses here at this bus terminal in a mid-sized town called Ponto União. If it hadn't been for the unlucky amount of rain I never would've had this opportunity to meet this excessively attractive man and be able to spend whatever time we were going to have to wait here just looking at him.
