I feel like I’ve just been in a synopsis for a romantic comedy – I’m currently being played by Jennifer Aniston. After a looooong day out and about in London, Mum and I collapsed onto the train at Waterloo, luckily we found a table so we could spread out a bit. Well, we did until Mr Hottie stepped up and sat in front of me. Being a hottie (potentially played by Robert Downey Jr – don’t ask why) I was absolutely fine with sharing our table! Then another guy joined us and our little quad was complete as we rolled out of the station. Mum and I were tired and as usual got a bit giggly and funny in our stories. So we started nattering and I couldn’t help noticing just how hot Mr Hottie was… sports gear (no idea why), random tattoos on inner left bicep and inner right forearm, black geek glasses, spikey dark hair, tanned and flippin’ beautifully toned! Ok – so it’s 50mins from Waterloo, I had time to inspect! The ticket-man came round and I noticed he also had a ticket going to the same station as me (Mr Hottie, not the man). As he handed me back my ticket, he said “thank you mum”. Thinking I’d heard him wrong I did a double-take and looked straight at Mr Hottie who was also stifling a laugh (as was our latest table guest).
“Did he just call me Mum?” I asked Mr Hottie.
“Yes – I was really hoping he’d call me Son.”
I turned to Mum, “what did he call you?”
Random man: “Nan, I think”
This led to a series of funny comments showcasing the wittiness of me, Mum and these two lovely gentlemen.
Mum and I then got talking about other things and every now and then Mr Hottie would interject with another funny comment, when necessary. This continued for the whole journey, so just to add to the list of positives: Me Hottie has a good sense of humour (and, more importantly, he’s not completely put off by mine). As the train drew nearer our destination, I really wanted to openly flirt and some how get/offer a phone number; how this was going to happen, I have no idea, because it appears that I’ve lost all flirting power (it happened yesterday too). Sadly with Mother in tow, flirting was never going to be an easy task. So instead, I made sure he knew where I like to go out in town, that I live with a flatmate who’s away, that I teach at a local school and that I’m going to the rugby on Saturday. If he doesn’t track me down, then at least all nearby passengers know where and when to rob me…!!
So, the big question is, how do you track down a complete stranger? How do you recreate a once-in-a-lifetime chance encounter? Personal ads are a no go – that’s just weird. Same goes with local radio – that really is a rom-com only tactic. Hmmm, such a shame, he really was lovely!
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