Friday, March 24, 2006

Tube Talk

On the tube this morning there were four people reading the Metro. There was a woman reading 'Anna Karenin'. There was another woman reading 'Lies, and the Lying Liars That Tell Them'. Sounds like a lighthearted read, then.

Last night at about eight thirty I got on the tube and found a seat. The carriage wasn't packed but all the seats were taken and there were perhaps two or three people standing.

I glanced around the carriage, scanning the faces of the other passengers. As I looked around I caught a man looking at me. I looked back at him, feeling somewhat brazen thanks to the three glasses of wine I'd had. We held eye contact until he smiled slightly at me. I smiled slightly as well, looking down at my lap quickly. Glancing back I noticed he was still smiling at me, amused by my sudden coyness. I smiled into my scarf, trying to force my face into seriousness, but as I stole a quick look at him his smile made me lose control of my own and I burst out into a grin, turning my face away from him as he laughed gently at my embarrassment.

As the train pulled into a station someone opposite me stood up and left, and the man stood up as well. He sat down in the recently vacated seat, smiling somewhat shyly at me.

"Hi. What's your name?" he said in accented tones.

"Léonie. What's yours?"

"Leonardo. Where are you from?"

"I live in London. Where are you from?"

"Brazil. I've lived in London for three years, though. I'm a hairdresser. And a masseuse."

He was very goodlooking. Not too goodlooking, though. He looked down at his hands every so often as he spoke.

He was returning a laptop he had borrowed from a friend in Finchley.
I was on my way to a party.

The person sitting next to him got up and left the train, and he gestured to me to come and sit next to him, raising his eyebrows as he motioned to the seat next to him. Still smiling. Still a little shyly.

As a girl got up to leave at Euston she caught my eye and grinned at me, winking.

We swapped numbers, after he offered to cut my hair on Saturday afternoon. After five sometime.

'Cut my hair'. Said with a smile.

At Camden I stood up to leave and we kissed on both cheeks.

"See you soon, then, Léonie."

"See you soon, Leo."

I stepped off the train and stood on the escalator, going up, and still smiling.

14 Comments:

Blogger Mouldy said...

Thats very romantic. Keep us informed.

But be careful!

xx

2:23 pm

 
Blogger Dancinfairy said...

Wow. That sounds promising!

You are very brave. I am physically unable to speak to strangers.

But Yay you!

2:58 pm

 
Blogger hen said...

Obviously three years was not long enough for him to realise that it is against the rules to talk to strangers on the tube.

But woo yay you go girl! {rolls arms in silly fashion}

Hey at least you might get a free haircut.

5:22 pm

 
Blogger Adz said...

Yay!!!

People talking (and flirting) on the tube, wonders will never cease!

Let us know what happens!

6:27 pm

 
Blogger RadiantSky said...

Aw, that's really sweet. If it all goes well you can write it out and sell the movie rights and use the money to pay for your super elaborate wedding and he can become celebrity hairdresser to the stars. Or y'know.. maybe you'll just get drunk and make out a little. Either way, good times for all. But two words to remember: public place. Just in case he's a notorious tube killer that slashes people with hair trimming scissors and such. ;)

9:34 pm

 
Blogger Steve said...

Way to go! Maybe this is what you broke up for? Hmm?

Also, someone actually said somthing on the tube? Must be some knid of recod.

11:20 pm

 
Blogger Steve said...

Damn! My spelling was bad there. Where are you when I need you spellchecker?!

11:21 pm

 
Blogger NF Girl said...

How exciting.

I pulled someone on the tube once. Well, not while we were on the tube, but you know what I mean.

*frowns*

I like your story better. ;-)

5:23 pm

 
Anonymous number1hypocrite said...

The last time I got a free haircut from a stranger, I ended up with the words "Liberate Tibet" shaved in the back of my head.

10:40 pm

 
Blogger treespotter said...

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5:17 pm

 
Blogger Huw said...

Taps watch impatiently

5 o'clock on Saturday has long gone know: this should have been updated by now.

Listens to and shakes watch, just incase

10:09 pm

 
Blogger Huw said...

Yes yes, I now.

I was so het up I spelt now wrong.

10:10 pm

 
Blogger Spinsterella said...

You pulled on the tube and went nipple-tassle-twirling - all in the same weekend?

Crikey

*scratched head in bewilderment*

10:26 am

 
Blogger Miss Devylish said...

See.. I think I'm the only one thinking the Barber of Seville here.. stranger w/ scissors.. could be really really bad.. hot brazilian guy or no.. But then, maybe all the crazy serial killers live in America.

3:57 am

 

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