Some Sherlock Holmes Shit

Earlier this week I was on the bus on the way to work. As they tend to do, people got on the bus and I glanced up from my phone long enough to ensure that no very old, very young, or otherwise challenged people were boarding. Not because I wanted to make fun of them (I rarely do that unless I'm in a very bad mood...) but because I wanted to be a mensch and give up my seat for someone who might need it more than I do.

A second advantage of doing the quick new passenger scan is that I have an opportunity to spot attractive women. (For some reason, as I typed that, I envisioned myself with my hands poised under a barbell as a hot chick lifts weights.)

Every woman, of course, is beautiful in her own way. They are all founts of strength and life-bringing awesomeness that have provided light and stability to every corner of the known universe.

Some women are more beautiful than other women, though, when it comes to me being interested when they get onto the bus.

My admiration of these women, when they magically appear from the sidewalk, doesn't go anywhere. I am loathe to talk to strangers generally, and I believe that the last thing a person wants on the bus is for me to be chatting her up. Maybe I'll smile at them but generally I just bury my nose back into my phone. I'm still marginally happier knowing that there is a cute girl in my vicinity, in any event.

As I was saying, earlier this week I was on the bus on the way to work. On the ride there was no cause for me to give up my seat (yes!) and an attractive woman sat next to me (yes!). After giving her a quick (but hopefully subtle) once-over, I looked back at my phone. Facebook occupied my time, and I noticed, especially, a pic of my friend GG in her new work outfit. As I tend to do, I dropped her a quick chat letting her know that she looked great and that I hope her new job was going well.

After a short time and a few stops, I glanced up from my phone and looked at her phone. I have good eyesight and am curious, and unless I did something stupid like get caught and/or blog about doing so, who would ever know how invasive I was being?

She was looking at Facebook, as well, my eyes spied. And as she scrolled down, what did I see? I saw the same pic of GG in her feed.

Part of me was really close to poking her on the shoulder and asking her how she knew GG. But the rest of me was chastising that dumbass part, because, "Hey! I was just visually eavesdropping on you and I noticed we have a friend in common!" is not the best first impression a guy can make... partly because "visually eavesdropping" is an awkward phrase, but also because, you know. It's weird.

So I didn't talk to her. I looked back at my phone and, after I departed the bus and was walking to work, GG chatted me back. She thanked me for my compliment and general well-wishings, and I told her about what had just happened.

What happened next was one of the most startling chats I've had in a while. Here it is, as it happened, with only the names changed:

GG: Hahahha, I wonder who is was.
GG: That's funny!!

Me: I wonder, too... she's hot!
Me: haha
Me: dark brown hair. Nice chest. Pretty eyes
Me: white

GG: Brunette? 

Me: that's not a lot to go off of, I know 

GG: Her name is [redacted]. 

Me: :)
Me: I guess it IS a lot to go off of! haha

She then sent me a picture. And it was the correct person. I still am not quite sure how she did it so quickly and accurately... it was some Sherlock Holmes shit.