Advance to Go
I lost my virginity on the bus on the way to work, getting felt up by this kid dressed a lot like Crocadile from One Piece. Okay, so maybe his coat and my work apron helped cover things up a bit, but it wasn't hard to figure out what his hands were doing under there if you were paying attention. Not that anyone was paying attention, because, well, it's the bus. Strangers forced into close space tend ignore each other and keep their AT fields up. So I suppose existenial angst is good for something after all... Anyway, after he makes me come in my pants, he asks me if I come here often (no, seriously, he did) and he hands me a card with his number on it. It's one of those community chest cards from Monopoly – advance to go – and that's when I remembered that I missed my stop for work. I haven't seen him since then, and I've been trying to figure out if I should call him.