There’s this stranger (let’s call him RD) that I’ve seen four times in the past six months. The first time was on my way to work. I woke up at Wynyard station, and there he was - way too good-looking for that early in the morning. I even rubbed my eyes, thinking I might still be dreaming, but no, he was real. It would have been a fairy tale if he’d fallen equally in love with me, but he didn’t even notice me. Probably for the best, since I likely had drool on my face (from the nap, not from staring at the handsome guy). He seems to exist in some Hot Guy parallel universe because I hardly ever see him.
A few months later, I was on the train home from work with my best friend. We were playing this dumb game where we’d purposely sit in different carriages to see who would follow. I, being stubborn, stuck to my carriage, so we ended up sitting apart (which completely defeats the purpose of travelling together, right, LN?). She woke me when we got close to our stop, and there he was again - rushing past me. At this point, I started wondering if he was some kind of dream, considering he only seemed to show up when I woke up (okay, twice). To prove he was real, I said, “That’s him!” LN, totally lost, just said, “Him, who?” clearly not keeping track of all the guys I’ve stalked. I told her he was my future husband, and she agreed he had a rugged, manly look.
Last week, I caught the train from a different station, and there he was yet again. I noticed he was talking to someone I vaguely knew from years ago. So, naturally, I decided it was time to reconnect and went over to say hello. The guy I approached must have wondered why I was suddenly being so friendly, but unfortunately, he didn’t introduce me to RD. The train arrived soon after, and I ended up sitting just behind them (pure coincidence). I could overhear RD talking about software, programming, and other tech stuff (I have a soft spot for IT nerds). That was the 8:07 am train. I took that train again today, but he wasn’t there. I almost missed it because it took me an hour to get ready (yes, it takes that long to look presentable). I considered waiting for the later train, just in case, but figured no guy is worth being late for work.
I ended up being ten minutes late anyway because I stopped to grab a big breakfast from a takeaway shop. I’ve got my priorities straight.