As I rode upon the commuter train early this Valentine Day, I happened to spy a delicately beautiful creature a few feet to my left.
A very attractive girl of Asian descent, with long flowing ebony locks, she was quite a breath taking vision. She was adorned with a fitted jet black dress that goes down to her knees, where her cream stockings takes over to lead all the way down to her black ballad slippers with the tiniest heals on them.
She was dressed very professionally, ready for a day at work, clutching a laptop backpack, displaying only a very modest collection of jewellery and complementing her face with a very cute cherry red square-framed glasses.
I think I might have stared at her for quite a few minutes. She turn to face me once and we locked gaze for a few brief seconds. Her blushing cheeks made my heart want to clamour out of my mouth and jump off the speeding train...
In my mind, I am frantically calculating a whole host of permutation in how to approach this gorgeous young lady, how oh how to invite her to a quiet dinner or maybe a night cap at a local tavern? The train carriage is utterly packed to the hilt. I cannot easily idle over and ask her for her name and number without everyone on this side of the train finding out about it... hmm...
I know!! I will see which station she is alighting at, casually follow her a few blocks, accidentally bump into her when I see that she a little more alone on the footpath. Then I shall confess to her my fascination with her and implore her to meet me once more to explore this fascination.
GREAT PLAN, Gordon!!
So as the train pulled up at the station of her destination, she readied herself to exit the door, I steeled myself for the pursuit. The train stopped. The door slid open. She alighted. I watched and hesitated. Then I followed her... with my eyes as she walked out of the station and out of my sight. I sighed, exhaled and continued my merry way through this St Valentine Day.
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I arrived at work, plonked my arse in my chair and declared to my colleagues: "Hey, I saved a woman from being stalked today."
Their puzzled response was: "How?"
"I stopped following her." **boom-tish**
(Most of this story is true, I'll let you guess which parts are BS and which is real. The part that is plagiarised come from my mate Nick. Thanks buddy ;-)