Enter Shayna, pursued by Bus Driver

After a rousing night of what the Israelis lovingly call “shilshul,” I was finally about to pull myself out of bed and recall the previous nights events (before the shilshul). Earlier in the evening on my way back from Malcha on what I will forever call “The Love Bus,” I sat behind the driver (too many strange things have happened to me on the number 18 bus; I figured it deserved a name). If the bus is empty, I like to sit behind the driver because for some reason, I just do. Anyway, I sit down and the bus driver, a younger guy probably in his late 20’s starts talking to me in broken English (I’m sensing a pattern). “Where am I from? Why am I here? Am I single?”

WHAT?! Hold ON!
Am I single?

I ask if he’s flirting with me, to which he replies, “Ken (the Hebrew word for yes). I was astounded by the guy’s honesty. Just for that we exchanged numbers. And to my very surprise, he actually called me last night. Unfortunately, most of my evening was spend in the bathroom so I had to opt out of a “date” he offered. He probably thought I was lying to him and making an excuse.

Why do I keep being asked out by bus and taxi drivers? Could a nuclear physicist be sent my way….possibly?

Oh, and new pictures have been posted on Flickr.