Two Day Magazine

I hadn’t had a really nice relationship in...oh my god...years. Yes, that’s right, years. I was in a serious dry spell. I trudged over to the bus stop, pulled my hood over my head, and began to read one of the hideous novels. I don’t quite recall the title, but I believe it was called, The Dusky Native, or something like that. Fabio was on the cover in blackface with long billowy hair and feathers poking out of it. He was holding a tomahawk in one hand and a sexy white pilgrim in the other, her breasts popping out of her corset. I cracked it open and hoped this would prove to be a good escape.

I had just started to get to the part where the dusky native, also known as “Dances-With-Danger” enters and saves the virginal pilgrim woman from a hungry wolf, when I noticed another person sat down next to me at the bus stop. I looked up for a brief second and realized that a supremely attrac- tive man had just sat next to me. But, I was too bitter to enjoy it.

“Hello.” He said softly. I grunted back at him. “Terrible weather today, isn’t it?” The tall, dark and handsome guy asked me politely.

“It matches the holiday perfectly.” I quipped back, too busy wallowing even to read.

“Oh, how so?” He sounded curious.

I snorted. “Its gray and miserable, and the sun always threatens to come out, but it never does...”

He began to laugh at me.

“And what’s your problem?” I asked harshly.

“Wow. Nothing, that was just really poetic.” He was still laughing.

I couldn’t take this anymore. Being mocked by a random stranger I could’ve handled, but this guy was hot. I was born not to be loved by hot people, but to be laughed at, I decided. I started to get up.

“No, no, no! I meant it as a compliment. Please, sit down.”

“And, why should I?” I demanded. Normally, I was always so polite and sweet to everyone, but not today. Today, I decided, I wasn’t taking shit from anyone.

“Because, I like you.” He said with this devilish grin playing on his full lips. I snorted again. “Sure.” “No really, I find you quite entertaining.” Entertaining?    Now I was super pissed. He saw my angry facial expression and laughed despite himself.

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I just think you’re interesting, that’s all. What’s your name?” I sighed. “Who wants to know?”

He chuckled. “My name is Will, and you are?” “Morgan.” I said flatly.

“Morgan, if I may ask, what’s bothering you?” “Just men in general.”

“Why’s that?” He inquired.