Strangers On A Bus
By Rob Manary
Publisher: Rob Manary
Release Date: March 29,
2011
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Length: 206 Pages
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About the book:
If you liked When Harry Met Sally, you'll fall in love with
Robb and Gertrude from Strangers on a Bus...
Robb is crushed by a failed relationship with the love of
his life and finds himself unexpectedly on a long bus trip from his adopted
home in the U.S. back to his native Canada.
At the first stop in NYC, a girl gets on and so begins a
contemplation of life, love, and strange events that will bring tears of
laughter and heartache streaming down your face.
Is this girl Robb's real true love or just a rebound? How
far can they get on a bus ride anyway?
This is a true story.
The sun started to come up as we crossed into Canada, and Gertrude told me we wouldn’t be making out once it was daylight. Lip dancing on a brightly lit bus was too “tacky” for her, and besides her lessons were having a not entirely unpleasant side effect on her.I find it best to try not to understand women at all. But, there is one phenomenon that causes me more confusion than any of the other baffling behavior women indulge in.When you tell a woman something and she doesn’t believe you, so you tell her the opposite, and she doesn’t believe that either, I like that.So, you tell her the first thing you said was, indeed, the truth, and she doesn’t want to believe that one either.Confused?So am I. Here is the latest incarnation of this occurrence.Gertrude: “All this kissing isn’t bothering you? You’ve got more restraint than any guy I’ve ever met. I thought you would have been trying to feel me up hours ago.”Me: “Would it have worked?”Gertrude: “Maybe, probably not. I think it’s nice. You’re a gentleman.”Me: “Not really. Every time we stop I take care of that in the bathroom.”Gertrude: “You’re such a pig! You washed your hands right! You’re so gross! You didn’t! Did you?”Me: “I thought I was a gentleman! I lie! I lie! I lie! Of course I didn’t.”Gertrude: “You’re such a pig! You did! Didn’t you? You’re so gross!”Me: “Stop laughing at me if I’m so gross! I didn’t! I didn’t!”Gertrude: “You did so! You’re such a pig!”Me: “Okay. Fine. I did.”Gertrude: “No you didn’t! You’re not that big a pig. Close. But no. You didn’t.”Me: “I tell you I didn’t and you say I did. I tell you I did, and you say I didn’t. You’re such a weirdo.”And then I kissed her, because the sun was rising quick, and because I couldn’t see another way to end that conversation. It is possible that debate could have gone on indefinitely, and there was no way I could prove conclusively what I had or had not done in a bus stop bathroom.After what might be our last extended lip dancing lesson Gertrude whispered in my ear, “I was horny and wanted Dicky-bird…that is fun to say, so in the bathroom… I did.”
Robert Manary is an international playboy and man of
mystery, with the charm and sophistication of James Bond shaken not stirred
with a couple ounces of Cyrano de Bergerac, a dash of Rasputin, and garnished
with the rapier wit of Thurston Howell the Third.
That’s how he sees himself, anyway.
The truth is Robert Manary is a construct created to protect
the dubious reputation of his Clark Kent like mild mannered
writer/puppeteer/the man pulling the levers and breathing life into the Great
and Powerful Oz (don’t look too closely behind the curtain).
Robert Manary’s alter ego dropped out of Radio Broadcasting
College to pursue a lucrative career bartending at a seedy gentlemen’s club,
played around stocking shelves at a small grocery store until he screwed up
badly enough to be given a promotion, and finally left the glamorous life of
fighting with Parmalat representatives over the quantity of soy milk required
for a small Northern Ontario town to function adequately, for the bright lights
of New York.
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