Re: Nothing about taxis, but i need your help. please. :o)

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Posted by SPOOK24134 on September 11, 1999 at 02:37:25:

In Reply to: Nothing about taxis, but i need your help. please. :o) posted by Ryan on August 30, 1999 at 00:46:36:

: My Huge Mistake

: I was in London this summer, and I was getting on the tube (underground). Eating a cookie, I stepped onto the train, standing at the door across from mine was a very cute girl, but I thought nothing of it. I waited for the doors to close, and as I leaned up against them, I looked up, and I noticed she was smiling. I tried to look around and see if something had made her laugh, but just concluded that she was thinking of something that had happened to her. I went on eating my cookie (it was big), and when I looked up at her again, she was looking at me. When she saw me looking at her, she looked down and started smiling. I thought, “Wow! She thinks I’m cute!” :o) So, I offered her some of my cookie, but she said, “No, thank you.” Well, you all know how the next couple of minutes went. She kept looking at me, I kept looking at her—we both smiled and were immediately reduced to two twelve-year-olds in love. Anyway, time came for me to get off the tube, so I picked up my bag, and got ready to get off the train. Then she said “bye,” and I was completely disarmed. I didn’t know what to do. I started walking off the train, then I turned around, and she had come to the doors, and was looking at me. I turned away, and then turned back, and she was still there, looking at me with a look that said, “Ask me off the train and I’ll come.” I’ll I had to do was ask, but instead I stared, turned away, and stared and turned away until the doors closed and the train left.
: So why I am I writing all this? I want to find her. Every day since that incident, I have been berating myself for possibly passing up the chance to find the person that I have been waiting for for so long. I don’t know. Maybe she doesn’t even speak English. Maybe we’d hate each other. All I know is that I’ve never felt a connection that strong with a complete stranger, and if nothing ever happens, I will, for the rest of my life, be asking myself, “What if?”
: All I’m asking if you read this, post it somewhere where a lot of people will read it, and maybe they’ll do the same, and someday she’ll read it. It’s the only thing I could think of.
: To the one that I’m searching for here’s my email address, in case you ever find this letter:
: huge_mistake@hotmail.com

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: : : My Huge Mistake : : I was in London this summer, and I was getting on the tube (underground). Eating a cookie, I stepped onto the train, standing at the door across from mine was a very cute girl, but I thought nothing of it. I waited for the doors to close, and as I leaned up against them, I looked up, and I noticed she was smiling. I tried to look around and see if something had made her laugh, but just concluded that she was thinking of something that had happened to her. I went on eating my cookie (it was big), and when I looked up at her again, she was looking at me. When she saw me looking at her, she looked down and started smiling. I thought, “Wow! She thinks I’m cute!” :o) So, I offered her some of my cookie, but she said, “No, thank you.” Well, you all know how the next couple of minutes went. She kept looking at me, I kept looking at her—we both smiled and were immediately reduced to two twelve-year-olds in love. Anyway, time came for me to get off the tube, so I picked up my bag, and got ready to get off the train. Then she said “bye,” and I was completely disarmed. I didn’t know what to do. I started walking off the train, then I turned around, and she had come to the doors, and was looking at me. I turned away, and then turned back, and she was still there, looking at me with a look that said, “Ask me off the train and I’ll come.” I’ll I had to do was ask, but instead I stared, turned away, and stared and turned away until the doors closed and the train left. : : So why I am I writing all this? I want to find her. Every day since that incident, I have been berating myself for possibly passing up the chance to find the person that I have been waiting for for so long. I don’t know. Maybe she doesn’t even speak English. Maybe we’d hate each other. All I know is that I’ve never felt a connection that strong with a complete stranger, and if nothing ever happens, I will, for the rest of my life, be asking myself, “What if?” : : All I’m asking if you read this, post it somewhere where a lot of people will read it, and maybe they’ll do the same, and someday she’ll read it. It’s the only thing I could think of. : : To the one that I’m searching for here’s my email address, in case you ever find this letter: : : huge_mistake@hotmail.com

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: : : My Huge Mistake : : I was in London this summer, and I was getting on the tube (underground). Eating a cookie, I stepped onto the train, standing at the door across from mine was a very cute girl, but I thought nothing of it. I waited for the doors to close, and as I leaned up against them, I looked up, and I noticed she was smiling. I tried to look around and see if something had made her laugh, but just concluded that she was thinking of something that had happened to her. I went on eating my cookie (it was big), and when I looked up at her again, she was looking at me. When she saw me looking at her, she looked down and started smiling. I thought, “Wow! She thinks I’m cute!” :o) So, I offered her some of my cookie, but she said, “No, thank you.” Well, you all know how the next couple of minutes went. She kept looking at me, I kept looking at her—we both smiled and were immediately reduced to two twelve-year-olds in love. Anyway, time came for me to get off the tube, so I picked up my bag, and got ready to get off the train. Then she said “bye,” and I was completely disarmed. I didn’t know what to do. I started walking off the train, then I turned around, and she had come to the doors, and was looking at me. I turned away, and then turned back, and she was still there, looking at me with a look that said, “Ask me off the train and I’ll come.” I’ll I had to do was ask, but instead I stared, turned away, and stared and turned away until the doors closed and the train left. : : So why I am I writing all this? I want to find her. Every day since that incident, I have been berating myself for possibly passing up the chance to find the person that I have been waiting for for so long. I don’t know. Maybe she doesn’t even speak English. Maybe we’d hate each other. All I know is that I’ve never felt a connection that strong with a complete stranger, and if nothing ever happens, I will, for the rest of my life, be asking myself, “What if?” : : All I’m asking if you read this, post it somewhere where a lot of people will read it, and maybe they’ll do the same, and someday she’ll read it. It’s the only thing I could think of. : : To the one that I’m searching for here’s my email address, in case you ever find this letter: : : huge_mistake@hotmail.com