June 30, Letter 1: Love at First Sight

Hot, sticky and poorly ventilated City buses are no place to find love, or a comfortable seat to nap in. The Summer was particularly bad, the heat would help the aroma of body odor to hang there, lingering in my nose. Because I worked so much I was always tired and afraid to get too comfortable. During one of my bouts fighting off sleep, you walked on to the bus.