Dear Drunk Guy,
Perhaps there was someone on the bus tonight who would have been charmed by your slurred speech, beer breath, and skill at boxing imaginary opponents. "My hands are really cold. Feel them. Go on and feel them" might have been just the right line to use to melt her heart into a sticky pile of goo.
But I was not that someone. Better luck next time.
Love, the girl staring studiously at the advertisements on the walls