The bus stop

A long time ago when returning home after a regular exhausting routinely day, I was standing ,resting on the column of the bus station, waiting for the bus n°12,which as usual was playing hard to get. Fortunately at the end, it appeared and I got into it. There were plenty of free seats to chose, and as usually I went to the back seats. After 10 minutes of travelling all of out of the blue a gorgeous guy got into the bus, every single person in the public transportation turn around to see him and to admire his beauty, his easiness, his rhythm while walking. I pursued every single movement he did at the same moment that he sat in one of the first seat in the single row. But after a few minutes he dithered, turn his head and had a quick look at the back part of the bus, then he stood up indiscreetly, I may say. There I was baying all his movements and without noticing I look him at his eyes. I got paralyzed, hypnotized to see that he sat besides me. Minutes later he asked me” would you be kind and tell me what time it is?" I, slave of his words, answered at light speed:" its 4:16".In that moment I was listening to my Hyde part who insisted to tell him something more imprudent. But I thought it for such a long time that I got lost in my mind. It was clear my opportunity was gone. I went home feeling crestfallen and stupid, thinking in what had happened and what would have been.