LonelySutton
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Actually, maybe I don't in the proper use of the word but... here is the story. For about 5 years I took a train line day in, day out. There were always conductors (about 25 or so over several trains) but I noticed one. He wasn't like the others. EVERY single day he got the tickets. Every single day he did his job. Never looked for any short cuts. Never played favorites among the regular passengers. If I was going to guess I would say he was a robot. Over time I came to admire this... and for a while wanted to compliment him to his superiors but I didn't know his name. This curiosity kind of made me think about him more. But still he came and went with what he was assigned on the various lines.
I always felt like there was some sort of weird fate bringing us together. Many times I would end up in his car when I didn't mean to or I would bump into him in the station or I would notice he was behind me. Now, please do not think he has a crush on me. I doubt he even notices who I am.
But one day, I got on his train and I didn't know it. It was the middle of the day and after a particularly bad night where some scary guy hit on me in another context... some guy was hitting on me on this train. I had my eyes closed like - why me- and when I opened them he was standing there. I just gave him my ticket and didn't think anything of it... until he went right down to that guy (the car was empty) and told him to turn around, get his feet off the seat and shut up. OMG!! Yes that happened.
But ever since that time I was determined to get more info. I did find out he was married so ... there was that... but we kept running into each other if I tried to take another train or move to another car. Basically, I can't believe I am admitting this... I moved my house (in part just to get a break from this). I moved to a completely different train line. I knew it was possible that he could end up on my line but i figured, what are the chances?
Today I found out. A mere 2 months after moving he was on my train line. Now of course I know... that could have happened anyway. But I can't believe how hearing his voice kind of sent me from relaxed and happy to anxious and thinking about how odd he would end up on my train again -- AND the car I was in -- just two months after moving.
Blurg. It bothers me so much... there is a part of me that just can't believe it and wants to believe there has to be something to it, but there is another part of me that says ... you just notice him more because you like him. True but, when he wasn't on my train line I pretty much forgot he existed for 2 months. It bothers me!!
I always felt like there was some sort of weird fate bringing us together. Many times I would end up in his car when I didn't mean to or I would bump into him in the station or I would notice he was behind me. Now, please do not think he has a crush on me. I doubt he even notices who I am.
But one day, I got on his train and I didn't know it. It was the middle of the day and after a particularly bad night where some scary guy hit on me in another context... some guy was hitting on me on this train. I had my eyes closed like - why me- and when I opened them he was standing there. I just gave him my ticket and didn't think anything of it... until he went right down to that guy (the car was empty) and told him to turn around, get his feet off the seat and shut up. OMG!! Yes that happened.
But ever since that time I was determined to get more info. I did find out he was married so ... there was that... but we kept running into each other if I tried to take another train or move to another car. Basically, I can't believe I am admitting this... I moved my house (in part just to get a break from this). I moved to a completely different train line. I knew it was possible that he could end up on my line but i figured, what are the chances?
Today I found out. A mere 2 months after moving he was on my train line. Now of course I know... that could have happened anyway. But I can't believe how hearing his voice kind of sent me from relaxed and happy to anxious and thinking about how odd he would end up on my train again -- AND the car I was in -- just two months after moving.
Blurg. It bothers me so much... there is a part of me that just can't believe it and wants to believe there has to be something to it, but there is another part of me that says ... you just notice him more because you like him. True but, when he wasn't on my train line I pretty much forgot he existed for 2 months. It bothers me!!