When I was down in London and heading back from meeting Angela in Camden, I got on a crowded subway train. So crowded that I was fairly convinced a guy kept pressing his hard-on into my back. Everytime I moved, it prodded me again. But that's irrelevant to this story really.
The crowd started to disintegrate about one stop away from East Finchley and that's when I saw The Hot Boy.
Yup, he was that hot that he deserves extra capital letters in his title.
He was across the carriage from me so, bored, I watched him. From the moment I saw him, I forgot about the possible erection in my back (in fact, I neglected to notice if the guy behind me was even still THERE), I just eyed him up instead for the couple of minutes it took to get to my stop.
And then . . . HE GOT OFF AT EAST FINCHLEY TOO!!!
Cosmic moment? I was somehow in front of him as I left the station, but within approximately ten seconds of getting outside, he'd managed to slip past me and disappear up a side street. Sadly, not being from the area (in fact, it was a miracle I'd even managed to find the tube station in the first place), I lost him pretty damn quickly.
Our relationship was over before it even started.
And that's why I wish I was a better stalker. Because I could have followed him home and broken in and done dirty things to him while he slept . . .
Um, sorry, I got carried away there.
But it would be so romantic wouldn't it? Not the stalking part, but the idea of eyes meeting on a crowded train, a whirlwind fling (well, it would have had to have been, I was going back to Glasgow the following day) . . . perhaps he would have chased me at the airport to try and stop me from going home even.
I like to make up scenarios in my head. Can you tell?
Like the whole stalker thing. Which is completely made up. Honest . . .
It would be nice to have that kind of story, wouldn't it? When your friends ask how you met, to be able to have this brilliant tale to spin them.
When I think of the stories I could have had about how I got together with guys in the past, none of them are particularly brilliant. A lot begin "we worked together and . . ." There's another that "began with an email flirtation where we jokingly talked about getting each other naked . . . and next thing we were", there's the cliched "I fell for my best male friend" and then the F scenario - "got drunk on Facebook, started talking to a guy i fancied in high school FOR EIGHT HOURS and it turned out he'd liked me too, and then he asked me out."
I think that one was my favourite.
Maybe that WAS my big romantic "how we got together" story. Maybe nothing can top that one.
In the meantime, I'll just keep wishing I was a better stalker . . .
What's YOUR most romantic/funny/ridiculous/surreal "How we got together" story?