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Warning: This is probably going to be long, but well worth it. I preface this entire thing by saying that what I’m about to write is 100 percent true. No names have been changed or anything like that. I swear, this just happened to me like an hour and a half ago.
Being the “good guy,” I volunteered to pick up a co-worker from the Amtrak station in Charlotte. From my pad, that’s about a good 30 to 40 miles away. Oh yeah, I had to pick her up at around 2 in the a.m. Wasn’t too happy about it because the train station is in a relatively bad part of Charlotte, but I’m kinda/sorta trying to impress this girl … so off I go.
I get there about a quarter til 2. There are a few people in the train station, some of them asleep. There are many places for someone to sit so that they can be by themselves. I sit in the back corner of the station where no one is and start to wait.
A few minutes into the sitting and waiting, I look up and see this angelic figure coming out of the bathroom with two travel bags. Blond, blue eyes, hair pulled back, a figure that just screams “Hey fellas, look at me!” I look over to my left and see a somewhat handsome guy reading a book, so I figure she’s going to go sit by him (maybe it’s his girlfriend, who knows?).
She walks right past him, looks at me and comes over to sit right beside me. There are many, many places here that she could sit, but she came over to sit right beside me.
I’m minding my own business, because I can take one look at this girl and know that she’s too good for me. Hell, I’ll be honest here. Then she strikes up a conversation with me. She has a funny accent. I asked her where she was from and she tells me Moscow. She’s here on vacation and she’s heading to Atlanta. She goes into this long story about forgetting her shoes at her friend’s place and she’s all upset about it, but I won’t bore you with those details.
She then tells me to come outside with her because she wants to smoke. Being a smoker myself, and not wanting to miss the opportunity to talk to her some more, I said sure, why not? We go outside and I tell her that maybe her friends can mail her the shoes. (Apparently she got the shoes in Russia and they were her favorites) I find out her name is Katiana. She showed me her ticket so she could double check what time she was supposed to get on the train.
As soon as I finish my cigarette, I look over and there’s the girl I’m supposed to be picking up. Katiana asks was that my friend, and calmly I say, “Yes, this is my co-worker.” We all walk back inside so that my friend could get her luggage. I turn around and Katiana is gone. Didn’t get a chance to say bye. Didn’t get a chance to say here’s my email, please for the love of God email me. Nothing.
Fellas, I’ll be honest. I’m a little sad right now. I know her name is Katiana. She has a masters degree in math and physics (although she didn’t know how to work the payphone) and was heading to Atlanta. Other than that, I really don’t know anything else.
But I do know one thing: I’m seriously debating selling everything I own and moving in Moscow, because if there are more like her over there, I’d be good to go.
Just thought I’d share. Nothing like this ever happens to me, so I was a bit excited and depressed all at the same time and thought I’d let you all know about it.
Sigh..
That American accent makes ’em drip like candle wax.
But… What if she was a robot? How long until ‘spam bots’ are a reality? She comes over, talks to you, makes you feel needed and interesting. Then, you see a flash. Something odd just happened and it made her left shoulder glow under the white blouse. Then, she says, “Would you like to purchase Viagra? Xanax? Metamucil? Underpants? Trojans? Weapons of Mass Destruction? Enimas? Sheisse Porn? XXX? Donkey Webcam?…”, until you just walk away.
Darth Octavious wrote:Being married Frank, I feel sorry for you.Shit….he’s living the dream…. He’s the Hunter searching for prey
us married guys are differentWe’re praying she won’t wake us up during the dream….and hunting our socks
“HONEY!!!……..have you seen my socks??!!!!!”
Heheh, Scatt, a walking billboard. That would suck…
And Frank — there’s one for ya. Promise. I just hope you don’t have to go to Moscow to find her.
rob wrote:Heheh, Scatt, a walking billboard. That would suck…And Frank — there’s one for ya. Promise. I just hope you don’t have to go to Moscow to find her.
I dunno … Switched On in Mother Russia could be huge! Of course, I’d have to take Bing with me, and can you see Bing trying to get a passport??
Damn dude, you had me at “good guy”. Seriously though, I feel you on this one, I know that kind of regret. And you tell the story well.
Although, any smoking hot honey that pays any special attention to me in that kind of circumstance and I’m suspecting a scam straight off the bat. Like she’s going to lure me to where her three huge accomplices are waiting with pinch bars and baseball bats or something, or even just pick my pockets when I fall asleep after 7 and a half hours of mind-blowing coitus.
- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
Bucho wrote:or even just pick my pockets when I fall asleep after 7 and a half hours of mind-blowing coitus.Bucho, check he contents of your wallet right now. Done? Re-read that sentence. Check your wallet, read that sentence.
And?
Still as empty as before? I feel like I’m missing something though … like brain cells.
It’s been weeks since any smoking hot honeys paid me that kind of attention anyway. And Paw-Paw puts his hands in my pockets but he never touches my wallet
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- Women sense my power and they seek the life essence.
She was’nt wearing a red dress was she?
If it doesn’t work, jam a screwdriver in there and jiggle it about.
Pa-ul wrote:She was’nt wearing a red dress was she?She was wearing a thin, tight long-sleeve shirt and a pair of fleece pants. Gray with a blue stripe down the middle, also very tight. Trust me, as long as I live, I’ll never be able to forget her.
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