Train Man (32 page)
Authors: Nakano Hitori
960 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:19
>>agree with 953 about dropping the morning commute topic
fighting off the train-perv situation, well, receiving printouts, though from
good intentions could trigger a pull-back.
966 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:20
>>965
Yep! Point taken! But . . .
(´A`)No way could something like this break the bond between Hermes and Train . . .
967 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:20
This thread is all about digging frantically in search of any remotely
negative points in Train’s behaviour
971 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:21
>>953
mostly agree
I mean there are train pervs everywhere and even if someone cops a feel, it’s a shock when it happens, but you put it behind you, so if a guy (and especially a guy you kinda dig) ends up stressing about it, then it blows all out of proportion and becomes worse than it actually is . . . so we should drop it . . . . . . . . .is my advice, after a long absence . . .
56 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 02:29
When we left the restaurant she reached for my hand so I held hers right back. This time she didn’t say anything in particular and neither did I.
The second place we went to was a fair way from the first so we took the train.
We held hands most of the time except when we bought our tickets and went through the turnstiles. Every time, she grabbed me first . . .
While on the train,
‘If we could commute like this together . . . it would be so great . . .’ she said, turning up her flirt volume . . .
I really hate the train company for giving us the damn line problem . . .
We get to our stop and start walking. We leave the station and I reached my hand out towards hers.
‘oh, thanks.’
‘of course . . .’
she grabbed my hand, slightly hesitating . . .
Man am I sleepy . . .
66 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:30
You’re a full on couple! An avec, as the French say.
73 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:31
avec! Haven’t seen that word in a long, long while.
90 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:33
there’s no ifs or ands or buts about it. Done deal. It’s gone way beyond talking about train-pervs or not. (could be Lady Hermes makes the best dialogue.)
good for you, Train.
You, dude, are supa fly! (´A`)
118 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:38
>>56, for me was the ultimate bomb second only to the God 125 Couple Seat bomb.
129 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:39
It’s not Train that’s in love with Hermes!
It’s Hermes that’s fallin for Train!!
156 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 02:45
The second spot was more café-like and had tons of sweets on the menu. This place was another one of those spots on her list.
Here, I ordered the same cocktail as her again.
She laughed way loud.
I usually don’t eat sweets but man, was it gooooood
It had a very adult-friendly taste and so even men could eat the stuff no hassle.
Then we talked for the first time about fashion or I guess she just asked me tons of questions, totally one-way. I also asked her for some pointers on how to dress.
This has nothing to do with the above but She had mentioned having an early day the next day---which was a Monday---originally we had talked about going out on Sunday but we switched it to Saturday because of her early Monday thing.
We had basically decided to discuss the morning commute thing when we saw each other today . . .
168 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:48
Train, you are maturing at an incredible speed
169 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:48
>>saw each other today
????
172 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:49
You, Train Man, are like a completely dried-out sponge that is now doused in water
173 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 02:49
People . . . that’s not it, no, that’s not it, man.
Let Train’s metamorphosis be the daily bread we feed on!!!
176 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 02:50
>>169
sorry. I’m talking about yesterday’s news.
Just in case you were wondering, she’s not here sitting next to me or anything.
I’m alone at home now.
243 Name: sage Post Date: 18/04/04 03:08
Thanks Mr Train! I figured out why I was Geek-Girl because of you!!!
Next time I catch a train-perv I won’t kick him onto the train platform and give him one of my wrestling moves . . . no, I won’t do that, no I won’t, so . . .
I’ve sustained a slightly different injury from the bomb than the Geeks but nevertheless am near death . . .
246 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 03:08
>>243
. . .
273 Name: 243 Post Date: 18/04/04 03:12
and anyway, I’ve already given up . . . . . .sorry
I’m not going to post any more
But you know, I don’t have a Mr Train in my life . . .
I suppose I’ll keep fighting off the train-pervs as usual . . .
Sorry for messing up your thread
278 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 18/04/04 03:13
>>273
no worries
301 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 18/04/04 03:18
We were so wrapped up in our conversation that suddenly it was time for last orders. We decided to leave because we didn’t feel like staying till closing time. It was kind of cold outside. There weren’t as many people out on the streets as earlier so losing sight of each other wasn’t much of a concern anymore but we ended up holding hands anyway. Don’t know who went for it first . . .
On our train ride back home, she seemed a bit moody so I asked ‘Are you getting tired?’
to which she replied with a shake of her head in silence. This was the first time I had seen this particular type of gesture.
‘I think I may be a little drunk’
‘Rr . . . really . . . ?’
I start getting a bit stressed.
And so the silence continued on for a bit longer and since she still seemed extra moody with her head hung low, I leaned in and peeked up at her face. She opened her eyes wide and said ‘mmm?’ forcing out a happy voice. Her expression got me all fired up inside.
We were getting close to the station she usually gets off at so I asked her
‘How far do you have to walk from the station to your house?’
‘About ten minutes.’
‘Then I’ll walk you home.’
‘What! No, I’d feel bad if you did.’
And so my offer was refused just like that . . .
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