Strangers on a Bus by Rob Manary
Genre: Romantic Comedy
If you liked When Harry
Met Sally, you'll fall in love with Robb and Gertrude from Strangers on a
Bus...
Robb is crushed by a failed relationship with the love of his life and finds himself unexpectedly on a long bus trip from his adopted home in the U.S. back to his native Canada.
Robb is crushed by a failed relationship with the love of his life and finds himself unexpectedly on a long bus trip from his adopted home in the U.S. back to his native Canada.
At the first stop in
NYC, a girl gets on and so begins a contemplation of life, love, and strange
events that will bring tears of laughter and heartache streaming down your
face.
Is this girl Robb's real
true love or just a rebound? How far can they get on a bus ride anyway?
This is a true story.
~Excerpt~
The sun started to come
up as we crossed into Canada, and Gertrude told me we wouldn’t be making out
once it was daylight. Lip dancing on a brightly lit bus was too “tacky” for
her, and besides her lessons were having a not entirely unpleasant side effect
on her.
I find it best to try not
to understand women at all. But, there is one phenomenon that causes me more
confusion than any of the other baffling behavior women indulge in.
When you tell a woman
something and she doesn’t believe you, so you tell her the opposite, and she
doesn’t believe that either, I like that.
So, you tell her the
first thing you said was, indeed, the truth, and she doesn’t want to believe
that one either.
Confused?
So am I. Here is the
latest incarnation of this occurrence.
Gertrude: “All this
kissing isn’t bothering you? You’ve got more restraint than any guy I’ve ever
met. I thought you would have been trying to feel me up hours ago.”
Me: “Would it have
worked?”
Gertrude: “Maybe,
probably not. I think it’s nice. You’re a gentleman.”
Me: “Not really. Every
time we stop I take care of that in the bathroom.”
Gertrude: “You’re such a
pig! You washed your hands right! You’re so gross! You didn’t! Did you?”
Me: “I thought I was a
gentleman! I lie! I lie! I lie! Of course I didn’t.”
Gertrude: “You’re such a
pig! You did! Didn’t you? You’re so gross!”
Me: “Stop laughing at me
if I’m so gross! I didn’t! I didn’t!”
Gertrude: “You did so!
You’re such a pig!”
Me: “Okay. Fine. I did.”
Gertrude: “No you
didn’t! You’re not that big a pig. Close. But no. You didn’t.”
Me: “I tell you I didn’t
and you say I did. I tell you I did, and you say I didn’t. You’re such a
weirdo.”
And then I kissed her,
because the sun was rising quick, and because I couldn’t see another way to end
that conversation. It is possible that debate could have gone on indefinitely,
and there was no way I could prove conclusively what I had or had not done in a
bus stop bathroom.
After what might be our
last extended lip dancing lesson Gertrude whispered in my ear, “I was horny and
wanted Dicky-bird…that is fun to say, so in the bathroom… I did.”
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~About the Author~
Robert Manary is an
international playboy and man of mystery, with the charm and sophistication of
James Bond shaken not stirred with a couple ounces of Cyrano de Bergerac, a
dash of Rasputin, and garnished with the rapier wit of Thurston Howell the
Third.
That’s how he sees
himself, anyway.
The truth is Robert
Manary is a construct created to protect the dubious reputation of his Clark
Kent like mild mannered writer/puppeteer/the man pulling the levers and
breathing life into the Great and Powerful Oz (don’t look too closely behind
the curtain).
Robert Manary’s alter
ego dropped out of Radio Broadcasting College to pursue a lucrative career
bartending at a seedy gentlemen’s club, played around stocking shelves at a
small grocery store until he screwed up badly enough to be given a promotion,
and finally left the glamorous life of fighting with Parmalat representatives
over the quantity of soy milk required for a small Northern Ontario town to
function adequately, for the bright lights of New York.
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