How I met... my boyfriend

It was on a hot sunny day... Ok, let's stop this.
I met him on the bus. I was on the way to my dancing course, he had just visited his brother and was on his way home. I suppose I looked rather sad (I was depressed, as usually:o) )... All I knew about him when I saw him for the first time was that he was small (much smaller than me - but I'm 182, so almost everybody is smaller than me:o) ) and that he was the kind of boy who would never go out with a girl like me.
Recently he has confessed to me that he was stoned at the time we met (not a surprise as his brother had a little marihuana "garden" on the balcony). I suppose that under different circumstances he would never want to get to know me...
I was desperately in love with a boy who looked at that time like he didn't want me anymore (although later I found out that maybe the feeling was mutual... but we were just not able to get through the "barrier" between us). He was stuck in a relationship with a girl who had just had sex with another man but breaking relationships had never been his strong point. (She later changed her mind and "decided" that she loved him and wanted him back - selfish cow.)
So there we were. On the bus. From time to time I looked at him and realized he was looking at me... Ten minutes. Then I got off the bus and he stayed. The seconds when we were looking at each other until the bus closed the door seemed to last forever. But then off he went (along with the bus). "So nothing happened... Again..." - that was what I thought.
He got off the bus on the next stop. Just because of me. But I wasn't sure... It was so strange. We went slowly towards each other, prepared to pretend we went the same direction just by chance... And then we stopped with only one meter left between us. We said "hello" and thus it began... How easy:o).