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Authors: Nakano Hitori

665 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 02:25

Moomin ahyeah!!!!

666 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 02:25

Moomin-lookalike Lady Miss Eromes . . . pantpant

681 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 02:32

But my friends say I look like a Moomin

 

729 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 28/03/04 02:58

After the wine she looked like she was a bit drunk

I was feeling a bit drunk as well.

The conversation went back to the train incident

‘What were you feeling at that moment? We were a bit pissed so the questions were more to the point.

‘Of course I was afraid.’

Said it just like it was . . .

Like I didn’t care

‘I’d like for all men to become like you’

I was gobsmacked, did not compute

‘I’d also like to be more like you’

I couldn’t work out why but I was getting nervous.

I always get embarrassed when people around me, my boss or any other guy say how they should be more like me.

It was past 2200 hours by now.

She may have sussed out that she wouldn’t be getting any more conversation out of me so we paid the bill and left the restaurant.

We split the basically straight down the middle.

We walked towards the station. There were still loads of people out.

Weird but we didn’t talk much on the way to the station.

750 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 28/03/04 03:10

We both got on the Keihin Tohoku Line. We were going in the same direction.

‘I’m getting off at the next stop’

She lives here, I thought to myself.

‘Thank you so much for today.’

‘No, no, the pleasure is all mine.’

A little voice in me was saying I can’t let it end like this but I had no idea how to suggest something more. I just couldn’t.

The train was picking up speed. This is the end. Oh well, good while it lasted. Thoughts were swirling through my head. The doors opened

‘Good night then’

She stepped off the train and onto the platform.

She turned around to wave.

The doors are closing. Just as they closed, I yelled out

‘I’ll call you again!’

I’m not sure if she heard me but she looked like she was nodding.

and that’s all folks.

Train Man lies exhausted from the bombing campaign. Fellow Geeks line up for the relentless counter attack.

754 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:12

>>750

Man oh man, sounds like a film
cough cough

756 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:12

>>750

like a soap opera

>I’ll call you again

Probably better to say

‘May I call you again?’

But if she nodded,

That’s all that matters. (˚∀˚)

758 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:12

>>750

Did you call her when you got back?

 

765 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 28/03/04 03:14

I’m tired . . .

Thanks everybody for hangin with me

>>758

I didn’t call . . .

coz I wasn’t sure if she had heard me

Does this mean it’s over maybe?

775 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:16

>>765

Can you let it end this way?

What do you feel in your heart?

It’s late. Why don’t you sleep on it?

 

778 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 28/03/04 03:17

>>775

798 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:21

I think somebody mentioned this earlier but dressing up and going to dinner with a girl in itself is a step up, you know.

It’s not like you’re pushing it too far to begin with.

If you want to get closer to Lady Miss Hermes then you can move it up a notch later.

You can do it dude. Good job.

807 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:24

>Train Man

You definitely have to call her tomorrow!

You got to get another date with her!

It’s the man’s job to ask women on dates.

That is a moral obligation as well as a rule!!!!

 

810 Name: Train Man ♦ SgHguKHEFY Post Date: 28/03/04 03:25

I tried to tell her that I wanted to see her again but

I couldn’t . . .

Not with her right in front of my face . . .

811 Name: Anonymous Post Date: 28/03/04 03:25

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