|If only they were this cute & innocent|
I have a confession...
I'm a Gleek!
That's right. I admit it.
For those of you who don't don't know what this is; here's a brief definition:
(According to the oh so wise Urban Dictionary)
(n) Anyone who is obsessed with the television show Glee may call themselves a "Gleek". It is a combination of the words "glee" and "geek," implying that the person is a "Glee Geek." This is similar to calling someone a "Trekkie" (someone who is obsessed with Star Trek) or a "RENThead" (someone who is obsessed with the musical RENT).
I don't know what it is about this show but I love it.
I'm almost 30 and I love Glee!
There. I said it.
(whew, now that I got that off my chest I can get to my story of the week)
I'm sure you are all wondering why in the world I'm professing my love for this teeny bopper show. Well considering what happened to me on the bus last week; I felt that this performance by Brittany on Glee pretty much makes the perfect soundtrack for what I'm about to tell you and the confession/"don't judge me because I love Glee" disclaimer was needed prior.
Let the story of Mr. Dinosaur begin...
Now as many of you know; public transportation is a completely new concept for me. So talking to strangers while heading home on the bus; totally new. Ever since the Mr. Hot "incident"; I have become rather aware of who's around me on the bus. I mean come on...He could pop up at any moment and I so don't want to be that person caught picking her teeth when she thinks no one is looking. Well this new found awareness has officially backfired big time.
Got on the bus last week just like I've done everyday for the last 2 months. I settle into the closest seat I can find near the exit. (so I don't miss my stop of course). Just as I sit down the lady sitting next to me tells me she's getting off at the next stop. I smile and let her pass. Now here is the thing about bus courtesy protocol...When someone who is sitting near the window needs to get out at the next stop; you are supposed to let them out and then move in so that the next person can sit down without any struggle. Well I'm totally that person that stays sitting on the aisle (something about sitting next to the window that gives me a bit of anxiety. Fear of missing my stop I guess) Rude. I know.
Well against my better judgment; after Mrs. Window gets up I scoot over to the window.
In walks Mr. Dinosaur...
Why o Why did I not listen to my inner voice that said "Tanyel, sit in the aisle. You know you want to!"
Mr. Dinosaur and I make eye contact and I can already sense that this is going to be the longest bus ride of my life because he's totally going to sit next to me. I quickly put my sunglasses back on and turn my music up one notch.
Cue the lyrics to Dinosaur by Kesha.
Awesomely performed by Brittany on Glee.