lundi 8 février 2010

curious questions #2

So, I was on the métro heading home the other evening. The train was full, rammed, blindé.

I hate it when the train is full - I'm always thinking that I'll get my wallet stolen, so I tread a fine line between keeping my hand on my pocket and holding on to a 'grippe-A'-infested handrail.

At Hôtel de Ville, a guy got on and came to stand next to me.

Well, I say he came to stand next to me - he actually had little choice, it was the only space available. And he didn't stand next to me, so much as stand against me.

I looked up to see who had suddenly squashed up against me. It turned out to be a well built, hairy, well-dressed bear of a man. As I looked at him, he chose the same moment to look at me and there was an uncomfortable moment when eye-contact was briefly made.

Well, it was uncomfortable for me - it's just not the done thing - but for him it seemed to be the opposite.

"Bonsoir" he said, cracking me quite the grin.

"Bonsoir", I replied, looking away.

Two stops later, the train pulled out of Bastille station. We both looked up at the same time, again.

"Where are you getting off at?" He asked.

"Quoi?" said I. "What?"

"Which station are you getting off at?"

"Gare de Lyon", I replied. The next stop.

"That's a shame" said the bear. "I'm staying on until Vincennes".

And with that, the train pulled in to my station. I stepped out and gave a backwards glance at the guy.

He once again cracked that big smile and winked. Yes, he winked at me.

Nice to know the old magic is still there, but I have one question - how did he know I'd be interested in what he was offering?

Hmm. Could it be because when he purposefully pushed his crotch into my wallet-protecting hand after saying bonsoir, I didn't pull away? I may even have pushed back a little.

Yeah, thinking about it, that might be what gave the game away...

10 commentaires:

Rob Inukshuk a dit…

Yes and so subtle you had to think about it!

At least it was one of the better public transit encounters.

Daryl a dit…

Ah you'd love riding the Broadway IRT local at 5 pm ...

12ontheinside a dit…

Nah, couldn't have been that, surely!

While I'm away a dit…

I'm surprised he didn't get off at your stop...

Alyssa a dit…

I'm also surprised he did not get off at your stop.

Have you thought about writing a column? Not that you have the time or need the money. But your storytelling is so amusing and the rest of the nonblog-reading world is missing out!

I love this series, keep them coming!

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Rob, it was a good transport encounter, that's for sure. usually I get the ugly old leg rubbers, haha

travelling, but not in love a dit…

Daryl, I bet I would...ha ha

12oti - you're sure?

While I'm away - I was also surprised, but hey...sometimes the force isn't that strong

Alyssa - a column would be great - any contacts, ha ha

Rosie a dit…

there are never enough people crowded together in Brittany for the opportunity to....arise

cb a dit…

I would have followed him to fucking Versailles! Duuuuude. So wrong!

cb a dit…

*sigh* you ever gonna blog again?? It's been a month.