Encounter at Côte-Ste-Catherine
Posted by Skrud at Monday, August 21st 2006 at 9:16pm
This weird thing happened to me yesterday, and while I’m pretty embarrassed about writing this into the blogosphere, at the risk of mockery I’m going to do it anyway.
I ended up sleeping over following Linda’s going away party, since it was already 4am and I didn’t have any conceivable way of getting home. Don’t worry, I was on a completely different floor from the other three girls that were sleeping there that night. We were supposed to go to La Ronde, but because of the rain we just ended up lounging around the house all day. Being the only guy in a group with three girls is strange in its own right, but that’s not at all what this post is about. What I want to write about it what happened on the way home.
Linda dropped me off at Côte-Ste-Catherine Metro on the way to dropping off Roxanne. I entered the metro and went downstairs – being a Sunday evening, it was pretty quiet and still. The train came and left going in the other direction, and this girl came running down the stairs narrowly missing her train. She was pretty and cute, I couldn’t guess her height but I remember she was wearing blue jeans, a yellow top, possibly a jean jacket and a black choker. She had light blond hair, about shoulder length, and looked right at me with an exasperated “crap I just missed the metro” look on her face.
So I just smiled and shrugged with an “oh-well-what-can-you-do-that’s-just-how-the-metro-is” face. She grinned and shrugged back, and we spent an awkward minute or so exchanging glances and then trying to casually look away. It was weird. But what’s a guy to do? First of all, it’s the metro, and she was on the other side of the platform. Even if I did walk up the stairs, across the station and down the other side, I’m sure being approached in the metro is far beyond creepy. Not to mention the fact that having slept over last minute out of the house, I was wearing the same clothes as they day before and – despite a shower – probably didn’t smell none too great.
My metro came shortly thereafter and I could see her smiling at me with a huge grin through the windows of the speeding car, and as I got on she was still smiling at me through the doors.
I felt happy the whole ride home. Weird.
That’s cool. Once in a while you encounter those people with whom you can exchange looks, and remember them forever.
Its weird. But ain’t much more you could have done really.
“I felt happy the whole ride home. Weird.”
Why would it be weird for you to feel happy? You had a moment with a cute girl… happiness seems perfectly warranted.
You know what you have to do now don’t you? You need to go back to that metro station and try to run into her again. And by “run into her” I mean wait at the metro from morning to night until she shows up. ;)
‘You know what you have to do now don’t you? You need to go back to that metro station and try to run into her again. And by “run into her” I mean wait at the metro from morning to night until she shows up. ;)’
OK, now that is creepy… and potentially illegal. :p
But yeah, these are one of those fun moments in life that everyone should experience at least once.
No, now what’s going to happen is that for the next month whenever you’re around that metro you’ll be on the lookout for her. Then the next month only once in a while and then in december you’ll notice her when you stopped looking a long time ago.
That sounds like the exact plot line from On The Line. What you now need to do is put up a poster for this girl to call you :P.
@Smokinn: That just adds to the weirdness, I’m never around that metro ever.
Always fun to have those little moments, but there is virtually no way to pursue that without being creepy. Just a fun little thing, being happy is perfectly normal!
i love interacting with total strangers…i am really bad with first meetings with people i will have to work with later, but strangers, i have it down…those moments of some wavelength are great…make you feel less alone, more in tune with the rest of humanity. this is part of the reason i am such a horrible flirt. i like interaction. i just can’t deal with the pressure of maintaining it. Consider this experience a push to enjoy the chance encounters most often. You never know who you will run into again.
I saw the title and i thought it was gonna be “Encounter at Farpoint”
:(
regardless i’ma post something in the forums momentarily which should solve any future such problem..
I’ve had the same thing happen to me once, except we were ridding the same metro car and we kept exchanging glances, but then I got out once I hit my stop… very weird indeed..
What would be weirder is if she stumbled on this blog by accident!
There’s a section on craigslist for stuff like that – missed connections, i think they call it. Worth a try!
Next time tell her to wait while you run over to talk to her / sweep her off her feet.
Be brave Skrud! Make it happen!
sometimes the randomness of life shall leave one smiling for no reason, you at least had a reason this time.
…at least you didnt hop off the platform, and over the third rail, and up the other side to talk to her.
you may have ended up going straight into a holding cell with a large frenchman named ‘fou-fou le mieux’…