Yesterday I met a boy at a bus stop, well man actually. He's 29. He asked how old I was, I told him and then I asked how old he was. He said guess. I guessed mid 30s. I think I offended him slightly. He does look old though, I was being polite when I said 30s, I was really thinking 40s. He said he's stressed. He said he's studying a Masters in International Relations. I told him I was also studying International Relations. We chatted. He offered to be a sort of mentor if I needed any help or another point of view. He was nice. He had one white hair on his head. I remembered when my daddy used to make me pull out his white hairs and we would laugh and wonder if seven more would grow in their place. The International Relations man asked me for my number, I gave it to him, he gave me his. We organised to hang out on Thursday so that we could argue our different political, moral and religious views. We got on the bus and chatted a bit more. He's from Sudan and sometimes I can't understand what he says but mostly it was fine. He got off much earlier then I did and I realised I was actually shaking slightly. Was it an adrenaline rush or did he make me really nervous? I don't know, though I didn't feel nervous. He said he'd call on Thursday to arrange exactly where to meet. I don't know if he will call but I would like it if he did.