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The Girl On The Bus4/13/2023 In the year 1989, I embarked on a journey to attend college in Barrie, Ontario, where I pursued a degree in business studies. During the first semester, I developed a strong infatuation for a young lady who worked at the Kmart restaurant. I would frequent the establishment almost every day after class to savor their burger combo and pie for dessert.
Unfortunately, due to my routine and other expenses such as rent, transportation, and tuition fees, I ended up spending $3,000 within the first three months. Back in those days banks still charged fees to use their ATMs and I remember one month I racked up $94 in service charges taking our $5 - 20 at a time from a local ATM. Regrettably, I never mustered the courage to ask her out, and thus, she remained a mere fantasy. I assume she is probably married with children by now. For the first semester, I lived in a residential area near the Kmart (Georgian Mall) and the Kozlov Centre, where I rented a room. On a couple of occasions, my bleach-blonde landlady requested that I pick up her daughter from school, and during one of these trips, I ended up sliding on a corner and putting half the car up onto a snowbank. It was built like a tank though, there was no damage I managed to get it back down off the snow to continue home. She was a peculiar woman who repeatedly asked my opinion regarding her fling with a gentleman from Toronto. Unfortunately, during my stay with her, I was experiencing the worst of my severe depression, which prompted me to move to a different location near downtown. In the second semester, I rented an attic room in an older home a few blocks from downtown Barrie. However, my peace was constantly disturbed by a drunkard who lived in the adjacent room and often subjected me to verbal abuse since I lacked a door to protect me. To evade him, I would frequently wander around the Bayshore of downtown during evenings and early nights, and when I stayed home, I would curl up to sleep behind my sofa giving everyone the impression that I wasn’t home. During one of my random bus trips in the city, I met a young lady named Acantha. We struck up a conversation and talked throughout the journey to her appointment on the lower west side. Afterward, we rode the bus together to her school, and I waited for her to finish her business before returning home. Our conversations continued over the phone, talking for anywhere from 30 minutes to a couple hours at a time, for months, and although they were never sexual, I desired to have a romantic relationship with her. She was beautiful and vulnerable and had a good energy and I wanted to protect her from harm. She was a single mother, and her mother knew about me but had no issue with our friendship. Finally, after several months of phone calls, I met Acantha in person again, when I had a rental car, and I was camping in the area. I spent time with her and her family, including her boyfriend, who was the father of her child. Acantha was trying to make things work with him and did not want a relationship with me. Eventually, they got married a year later I think.
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