Metropol

It makes the journeys go alot quicker. Yesterday on the tube on the way back from Oxford Street I had a luvely conversation with a gorgeous young man who had me giggling like a school girl. I got some very wierd looks.

It tends to work best on the tube. You have the intimacy factor.

Does anybody else do this? Or am I a dirty whore?

SN2005 wrote:Does anybody else do this? Or am I a dirty whore?

I think its pretty obvious you are.

I do it too. And I definitely am one.

Oh I could never do it. Not only am I incredibly shy, but I'm shite at flirting too.

Flirting - what's that. Wouldn't know where to start, and definately wouldn't spot anyone flirting with me.

You need to be a little bit careful with this flirting lark.

Especially if the public transport in question is warmer than average, your nether garments are a little less roomy than necessary and the flirtee's initials happen to be AA.

I used to try and flirt with ladies who got my train to college all the time without much success!

I would agree with the OP though, even unsuccessful flirting makes the journey go quicker.

BTW this is my first ever post, after lurking for sometime and being harangued by Sput into actually writing something. You never know, I might do it again soon.

Welcome indeed.

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Sir, you are definitely most welcome, he says, in a slightly sinister manner.

philspray wrote: BTW this is my first ever post, after lurking for sometime and being harangued by Sput into actually writing something. You never know, I might do it again soon.

YAY. Like flirting on a train, even unsuccessful posting makes the metropol experience go all the faster, not that your post is even vaguely unsuccessful.

That is all.

Before I moved to my own place the night bus from the city to the family home took about 45 minutes.

One such journey home, a young guy got off the bus as I did and walked to the end of my street alongside me before asking if there was a place he and I could go for a drink. He said we had met in the pub in town earlier.

I was a bit sloshed and couldn't remember this meeting. Apparently I had asked him what advertisement I had seen his face in, as "whatever it was selling" I would, "buy it".

I think that sounds a bit lame myself, but he thought this was the nicest thing he'd ever been told.

His name was Charles. I called him Chick. He looked like David Beckham. Hand on heart he did.

We dated for a summer until he left me for a barman called Cairn (which wasn't even his real name).

Sigh.

The Missed Connections section of the Gumtree site is always a good way to pass a few minutes. Have I had such an impression on someone that they are actively in pursuit of me, harnessing the medium of the world wide web to make contact?

The answer is no.

But a friend of mine did make a post after taking a fancy to an attractive female on the bus. She did reply to his post. And they remain good friends.

So who know's where a bit of PTF could lead...