I wanted to post this because a friend of mine thinks he cant write and cant blog, I think he can do both and should give it a go what do you all think ?
Yep , friends for over 35 years and never ever until today knew he could write like this !
Thanks to all,
“You have to start with the first time you saw him, how come you are on the 7.25am (new job) what you think his name is, what is going on with his hair, why is it that all the other girls on the train are looking at him too….he is not that good looking….what is going on with that battered leather jacket he wears EVERYDAY., doesn’t he know its 30 deg outside.
WHY am I so frantic in the 17 minutes it takes me to go from Sutherland station to Hurstville station…..just to see him get on the train an sit in the same seat and look at me first with, I think a very small smile of pleasure because “I am here today in my seat sitting opposite from about 10 mts away, meanwhile, a quick glance confirms all the women from the age of 17 to 30 can’t take their eyes off him. Actually, there are NO other men in this carriage other than him.
What does he do for a job in the city?
He gets off at Central every day. He must work later than me as I catch the 5.45 from Town Hall every day and I have not seen him once.
Does he have a girlfriend he catches the train home with?
WHY do I need to know all these things.
Why is this one of those weird random secrets I keep from my friends….why do I not want to share him….I don’t know his name, what his does, how old he is, what he is listening to. I am finding myself awake at night try to invent this person for my friends…perfect in my mind…..weird, why am I doing this
Tomorrow I am gong to sit in his seat…..god I am nervous
7.52 am. Hurstville station. He did not get on the train……I am frantic…as is all the women I have eye contact with…somehow I feel they blame me….
Exasperated I turn to the front of the train…this next 20 min to town Hall will take forever…where did he go…..what was his damn name????
And then slowly I realise, I can feel him looking at me…..I look up…..and find him………….
Sitting in MY seat…..with a smile that tells me I belong to him “.