First of all, I just have to say that I am not the kind of girl that makes out with strangers. Whatever kind of girl that is.
On a Tuesday morning in late February, I took this particular train to a job interview in Camden. And in black stilettos and a waistcoat that displayed my assets to best effect, I also took the train back home. While waiting on the platform a tall, dark, and exceptionally well-dressed man stands next to me.
“Excuse me? I want to go to Green Park. Is this the right train?”After fumbling with my iPod earphones and realizing that he is in fact speaking to me in his Spanish-British accent, I tell him that Green Park is only two stops from where we are, obviously.
“So this is the train you’re getting on?”
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