The first one that comes along? After all, you have been waiting a while and you feel relieved that it’s finally here. But wait, although you’re at the front of the long queue, which isn’t a queue, it’s more like a swarm of cattle waiting to be led onto a field, you see another two 101s in the distance. Do you get on the 1st one, that is already crowded, where you probably won’t get a seat and be squashed up into someone’s smelly arm pits?

Or do you wait for the next one which will most probably be less crowded?

OR do you wait for the 3rd one?

Or do you get on a TOTALLY different bus altogether i.e. the 201?

Once upon a time, I used to go for the first one that came along. But experience has taught me to be patient. I mean, although the 1st one would seem like it would get me to my destination faster, it’s not actually the best one because it makes more stops. If you wait, you could, not only get on a bus that’ll take you to your destination in less stops, you could even get a seat for the entire ride.

It’s a cliché, but it is so true. Men are just like buses.

I broke up in October last year, there was nothing available for me. And god knows I was looking, looking back, I must’ve seemed so desperate it’s embarrassing! But we all do it, as soon as we break up with someone, we have a hole that needs filling, and we usually look for someone else to fill it. If we don’t, we end up falling into the trap of having ‘sex with our exes’ until we get hurt for the umpteenth time. Anyway, there was nothing available, it was like a ‘Man drought’ or something. It’s not like there weren’t any single cuties about, there were loads. They just all seemed uninterested in me. I guess I’ll learn soon enough why that was.

I really needed to fill the hole I suddenly had, but I found nothing, nada, not a sausage!

So I decided I’d fill the hole with something else, new hobbies, meeting friends and going out again. Something I stopped doing while I was in a relationship. Thinking about things now, I can’t believe I let it get to that stage, I stopped going out with my friends, for what?