Tuesday, 18 September 2012


Since I have moved back up North I am constantly on trains because every week I travel back to my home-town to work and to see my family and friends. Being constantly on trains should be like the most boring thing ever, yet for some reason, I can't seem to get on trains without meeting these strange people and have these weird adventures.

Being the spoiled brat I am I take all my clothes back home for mom to wash them during the weekends so I wont have to do it, I know horrible. This leaves me traveling with a suitcase which is almost as twice as big as I am and weighing too much for me to even properly carry around in the too small trains. I always have to leave it in the corridor annoying people when they try to get past it- believe me it's easily accomplished if people would eat less, I can get past it with ease. Not a problem. Oh well I am babbling away again.

Last Friday, I traveled back home as I do every Friday. Having to change trains two times I was so relieved to be finally home that I got up early to stand impatiently in front of the door. Staring at how my hometown is passing which only makes me more anxious to get off the train, I was completely in my own world not paying attention to how someone had walked after me until suddenly I heard how a voice was talking to me. "Finally, weekend."
Two words that makes anyone react to a complete stranger. So I looked up to see how a pair of twinkling green eyes were checking me out. Immediately I was taken back as the hot  blond haired guy that was standing there seemed to be talking to me. I smiled and politely answered that indeed it was finally weekend. Just confirming what he said, for some reason this only amused him even more. As if he could feel me getting uncomfortable with every word he spoke. Glad I amused at least one of us. He asked me irrelevant questions, why I had the big suitcase, if I liked Uni so far.. I was so incredibly relieved to finally arrive in my hometown after the two and a half hour train journey that as soon as the train stopped I grabbed my suitcase to lift it out of the train, but.. As I wanted to step out of the train the guy stood in front of me and shook his head, demanding me to hand over the suitcase. You should have seen my face, but realizing that the international train to Germany would leave even with me in it I handed over the suit case and jumped out of the train where he was waiting for me. Grinning widely, he handed me back the suitcase. 'Beautiful girls shouldn't have to carry their heavy suitcases themselves.'
Now imagine a train station, only two platforms, crowded as it will ever be and a tiny pathetic girl that needs to carry a suitcase. No one should care. Everyone should mind their own business but there he was. Calling me beautiful. So of course I turned scarlet, thanked him, wished him a nice day and I ran away, deciding to get a cup of coffee, giving him time to leave so I would not have to embarrass myself even more.
Problem is though, as soon as I had my cup of coffee I still had to go down two long stairs to continue my journey home. So imagine having a big blue suitcase, a bag, coffee and being too clumsy to even be allowed to exist.. This could only go wrong, falling on my face, dropping the suitcase and having all my lingerie fly through the air or spill all the coffee over myself... All the possibilities had gone through my mind twice as I looked down the stairs until I felt how someone grabbed my hand and removed the suitcase from my grasp. As I looked up to see the by now familiar green eyes the only thought that ran through my mind was that either he was incredibly thoughtful, waiting for me to descend those stairs. Or a stalker.
So basically he carried my suitcase down the stairs and walked with me outside where it was raining cats and dogs. Of course, knowing my luck, I had to walk home. Living only five minutes away from the train station it isn't a problem, though I would rather not get soaked but I was so happy to be in my home-town that at that moment I couldn't care less. He was still carrying my suitcase though, grinning widely as we were standing in the rain. Getting utterly and completely soaked. We stood there, staring at each other awkwardly, not even talking. Breaking the silence I thanked him again which made him laugh. 'Seems I have to catch the train every Friday at this time so I can carry your suitcase again. Challenge accepted.' With a wink he walked away, hopped in a bus, possibly never to be seen again.

I mean how did that happen? How is that possible.
Things like that don't happen to girls like me. A part of me is still convinced I made the whole story up.

Now I notice that this is going to be a very long post, so I will tell my other train stories a different time. I have plenty of them. Do you have any weird train stories or am I the only one? Please if you have share it!! I would love to know that I am not a freak who attracts stalkish hot mysterious guys. Or something.

Oh well, great motivation for this week to lose weight. Maybe I will see the guy again this Friday. Part of me wants to. I guess.

To be continued...



  1. oh, that was a very sweet long post! I didn't mind reading it at all :)
    I love trains, and I dream about things like that. being anti-romantic myself, I still found me reading along this waiting to see if you met again. I sincerely hope you do, and please oh please post about it!!


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  3. I kinda want you to run into this guy again! It's so fifty shades except not really.

    I randomly ran into your blog since starvingastrid is no longer around and the way you write reminds me of my best friend so I'll happily continue reading your blog! ENTERTAIN ME! jussst kidding! thanks for your entries!