Guess who?

I had a lot of things on my mind this morning, and I was a bit tired. I couldn't concentrate on my book, so I just succumbed to sleep around my normal time (I've been staying awake to ward off Red-haired guy each morning since he doesn't seem to like me if I'm awake) - at Bayfair.

I've got my eyes closed, head tilted to left and I'm listening to my music. At some point I'm no longer listening to my music...probably about a total of 1 whole minute, when BAM! Someone sits down next to me.

From the jolt I received, I assumed this was a very large person (they tend to like me the best because I don't take up more room than I need -- lucky me) based on the seismic wave I felt through the bench. I had to look. Normally I wouldn't -- I would be woken up, and I would just keep my little eyes closed while my anger raged through me. Then I would eventually go back to sleep. But since this was so jarring...I had to look.

Guess who???

Red-haired guy!

So, what I'm getting from this past week's experiences is that:

1. Red-haired guy does, in fact, hate me
2. Red-haired guy does, in fact, want to make my life a living hell -- if I'm asleep
3. Red-haired guy wears stinky cologne

I had to smirk because it was funny that he would only sit next to me if I was asleep. If I'm awake, he won't. Very interesting. It's just too bad that I usually pass out before Oakland Coliseum.

And what does Red-haired guy do after he causes his earthquake (presumably an "on purpose" earthquake) -- he read his newspaper. He has to hold it like it's the widest document in the world. And he's not a skinny man, nor is he fat, but his is unusally bigger than the average person, so he was already sitting right next to me -- touching and everything (ick), but his style of newspaper reading makes his arm rub against my arm. Just not fun. I seriously think Red-haired guy thinks he's the MVP of the BART train. Come on, you can read one side at a time like normal folks do....

Poor Red-haired guy was tired himself, so he decided to close his newspaper up and closed his eyes.

Since he woke me up, I decided to be subtly annoying. I turned my iPOD up as loud as I could (really good for the ears) hoping that he could hear it, I started tapping my right leg to the music-- the leg next to him, I fiddled with my stuff in hope of accidental jabs.

Red-haired man moved when we got to Embarcadero. Can't say it was because of me or not, but at least I didn't have to deal with him trapping me because he's so slow to move.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring between me and Red-haired guy? Perhaps I'll move to the front of the car to see if he's still attracted to me for some reason. I wanted to whisper to him, "I write about you, you Red-haired guy...," but then I would have looked a bit loony. If anything, Red-haired guy needs to lay off the cologne.