greyhound jetset

I am exhausted from the weekend. I take my spot on the bus next to a guy who looks to be my age. I can tell that the attraction is mutual and so I initiate conversation. Where we have been, where we are going,.. I try to ask more probing questions. I like that he seems to enjoy this forced introspection. I wonder whether this is the reason I attract, and am attracted to, narcissists. People who love to talk about themselves are one step away from watching themselves make love in a mirror. Before he departs he asks for my email; I can never tell if this request is defeat, default, or desire. I became equally confused because the weather surrounding us was incredible. Toronto in a violent downpour seems so extraordinary. I used to think that cities didn’t have the right to appear so alive, and still, and fresh. I have since changed my mind on this subject.