This Danish Guy I Met on the Bus


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I was drenched in rain when I hopped into the Malabuyoc-bound bus last Thursday afternoon at the Cebu South Bus Terminal. The worst part was my feet, because I couldn’t dry them up, nor could I change my socks, shoes, and pants. Thank God I’d brought an extra shirt, so that I could have a change in the bathroom before the bus left and, more importantly, the confidence to befriend the blue-eyed passenger seated across me.

“Hi! What’s your name? When does this bus leave? Do you want a slice of wheat bread? Are you sure you’re not hungry? Where are you from? Is that vacant seat next to you taken? If not, can I sit beside you?” I asked.

“I’m alone, so you can sit beside me,” Morten, a Philosophy and Social Science professor from Denmark, beamed at me. I kept telling him that I was jealous of his eyes and also apologizing since I couldn’t help gazing while he talked to me.

I felt confident admitting that I found him hot, because of both the fact that he’s highly educated and the academic discipline he’s in. He’s the second Danish dreamboat I’ve made friends with on a southbound bus, and based on what I’ve heard from both of them, I think Denmark is a great country and its people are lucky to belong there. The taxes they pay may be sky-high, but the way their government is taking care of them is clearly and universally enviable. For example, you don’t pay for your tuition fees when you go to university, plus you’re given allowance for, say, food, room rent, etc. Now, tell me: Isn’t that enviable?

Morten’s English is flawless, so I asked whether English is used as medium of instruction in Denmark. His answer—no—surprised me, because he spoke as though it’s used every day between his students and him when discussing the pursuit of wisdom as well as the aspect of human society.

But I was embarrassed when he asked why there’s water leaking overhead. It’s my wet umbrella that had collected the downpour while walking from Jones Avenue to the bus terminal earlier. He said I didn’t have to apologize, but of course, I transfered my slightly holed brolly before his brown hair, handsome face, branded shirt, and dandy pants got drenched too.

We’ve been texting each other now and are hoping to see each other again before he takes off back to Europe end of this month. Perhaps, a nice and simple lunch with us somewhere at Cebu I.T. Park is bound to happen come Monday. Tell me, care to join?


Smitten by Two Aussies aboard Ceres


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I had a sweet time yesterday aboard Ceres bus with a lovely couple from the Land Down Under. While I couldn’t deny the fact that I found Mike hot and smart, I kept complimenting his girlfriend, Ingrid, on her beautiful Australian German features. And I wasn’t just saying it: she’s really a beauty both inside and out. I felt beautiful too, simply because the handsome Aussie engineer befriended me back despite deciphering a hint—maybe—that I instantly had a crush on him the moment I sat a few inches across his seat.

“Hi!” I smiled at the Caucasian hottie who, like I, was trying to make his seat work fine: him for a more comfy ride to Moalboal, me for a usual bed-of-roses experience coming home to Malabuyoc. “Are you alone? Where are you from? Would you like some biscuits?”

Mike smiled back, “I’m with my girlfriend. She got off the bus to buy something to eat, and I thank you for the offer anyway. We’re from Australia and have been enjoying every day since last month, when we set foot on your gorgeous soil.”

When I hopped in to the bus earlier, I came across a Caucasian girl whose beauty I’d like to describe as doll-like. There were plenty of vacant seats towards the front, but when I spotted a blond-haired and deliciously white-complected guy towards the back, why would I not follow where my heart wanted to go? And I’d been right, for I guessed the girl to be his companion.

As the bus went on, we discussed their itinerary, our different cultures, and so forth. Mike said he was surprised to have seen Filipinos buying sacks of rice, whereas in Australia his one kilo of rice could last for up to a month or so. Considering the fare from Cebu City to Moalboal, I asked how far could they go with a hundred and eleven pesos (in Australia). A couple of suburbs, they answered. And they couldn’t be more surprised when I said that they could have had three meals already with that amount—that is, if they’re frugal like me.

We paused conversing for several minutes and were trying to catch forty winks despite occasional bumps that felt like turbulence on an airplane, not to mention droplets that leaked through the air conditioner to their laps. One big bump awakened me, thereby making me squint at Mike to my right, who was looking so gorgeous even if his eyes were closed, and his hair was uncoiffed due to hectic weeks of meandering around our exciting country.

Thanks to Mike’s open-mindedness and Ingrid’s friendliness, not only did I have fun in our conversation, I’ve also gained new friends who taught me to toss my shyness out of the window—because, honestly, I’m still trying to develop confidence in the art of conversation with someone I’m guilty of having a crush on.