never been in love. Well, I'd been in love, but it had always been one sided. I would be attracted to a guy and he wouldn’t like me back. Or it would be the other way around.
I’d had a six month relationship once with a guy named Tom when I was seventeen, but that was also one sided. He'd loved me for a while and I think that's what I liked. I mean, who doesn't love being adored? However, he did like to party a lot and tended to smoke a lot of weed. One night when he'd been out partying he’d ended up sleeping with some random girl, and as much as I had tried to move on from it, it had broken the trust and I couldn't forgive him. So it didn't last. I was twenty-two now and I had dated guys since then of course but it had never felt right, so it often never went past a second date.
I pressed the stop button and walked down the stairs of the double-decker bus. It was loaded with people, filled with workers going home, most of them in suits. They all seemed to be in some kind of daydream, most of them looked tired and bored. I suppose they just wanted to get home so they could recharge before heading back to a job most of them didn’t like. I felt so lucky to have a job I enjoyed. I knew that was rare.
I got off the bus and walked down the street into my building and up two flights of spiral stairs to my flat, put the keys in a black door with the number six on it and walked into the hallway.
“Hello!”
Lisa poked her little head from the kitchen doorway. “Hey Lisa, how are ya?”
“Great! Had an interesting day at college today! You know that guy I dated a couple of months ago?”
“Mr Tattoos?” I asked with a questionable look.