I’ll start this story by saying—I genuinely enjoy my commute to work. Fortunately, my office is just a 20-minute walk from my home, and there’s a bus that gets me there in under 10 minutes. On sunny days, though, I always choose to walk. The fresh air, the sunshine—it’s the perfect way to wake up and collect my thoughts in the morning, or unwind in the afternoon and leave work behind.

One of my favorite things about this walk is how full it is of little, unexpected delights. That walk does more than just clear my head. It wakes me up, sets the mood, and sometimes, if the universe is feeling generous, gives me a little unexpected thrill. There’s always something that catches my attention—whether it’s a beautiful flower in bloom or someone’s bubble butt walking with just the right kind of confidence. I’ll admit, once I got so distracted by a glorious butt that I kept following them and ended up a full kilometer off my route. But that’s a story for another time.

This particular story happened at a crosswalk.

I was waiting at the light when a bus stopped in front of me. Right there, in the window seat, sitting like some kind of cinematic vision, was the most handsome man I have ever seen. He was so effortlessly handsome—focused on his phone, completely absorbed in whatever he was doing. There was something a bit secretive about the way he held it, slightly tilted toward the window as if shielding the screen from view.

Naturally, I was curious. I found myself standing there a little longer than necessary, trying to guess what had him so captivated. It didn’t take long to realize he was chatting on a dating app—and judging by his subtle reactions, it seemed the conversation was getting interesting. They were exchanging nudes.

The light turned green, but I didn’t move. I stayed right there, caught in the moment and admittedly enjoying the view. Then, like something out of a dream, he glanced up and caught me watching.

I should’ve looked away—but I didn’t. I smiled, slow and teasing, and gave him a wink. Bold? Maybe. But I wasn’t about to hide my admiration.

He chuckled and blushed slightly—clearly amused. He turned back to his phone, typed something, then—ever so deliberately—angled the screen toward the window, giving me a brief but unmistakable glimpse of his massive donk. Let’s just say it was very photogenic.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He had a great sense of humor, confidence, and charm. A total package. I gave him a big thumbs-up with both hands, a lighthearted show of appreciation. He grinned and stuck his tongue out in response—playful and proud.

And then the bus pulled away. We exchanged a quick wave, and that was it. And I never saw him again. A passing moment, never repeated, but surprisingly memorable. Needless to say, I was very productive that day. 

That two-minute interaction has lived rent-free in my mind ever since. It’s a story I’ve found myself retelling often, with a smile and a shake of the head. Wherever you are—thanks for the unforgettable morning, hunky bus boy!

K.