This morning I was sitting at my stop waiting the train and checking my email (because thanks to my ifonay, I can do that) and saw an email alerting me to a new myspace message from Paul*
I don’t know a Paul so I was intrigued.
I clicked over to the myspace app (because thanks to my ifonay I can do that) and as I boarded the train I read his message.
Basically “Hi, My name is Paul. I take the same train as you so I recognized you, I have a green bike.” (There was a bit more, but that about sums it up)
Allow me to interject here that I understand the myspace is a networking device like facebook (although way cooler) and I have actually met several people online in some form or another who turned out to be pretty darn swell. Also let me point out that although the number is VASTLY smaller I have met some swell people on the LR as well.
So of course I look around for Paul.
Lo and behold there is a guy with a green bike. I can’t see him very well… wearing jeans, turned the other way, but there it is… green bike and my new buddy Paul.
So I wait until we are almost aat my stop and then I get up and go over there. (I wait because just in case he is rude or has two heads I want to be able to get off the train quickly… ok wait, lets be honest, if he has two heads I will stalk him and take pictures.)
Anyway, I get over to him, phone in hand and smile and say
And a very confused NotPaul blinks up at me,
I gesture at the bike; “Green bike.’
He glances at it, “Well yeah, but still… no.’
Odd, very odd.
“Okay” I shrug and go sit down.
On closer inspection this NotPaul is maaaaaaaaybe 23 at the most. He also looks a bit freaked out by the random (older) woman who just accosted him.
I click over to Paul’s myspace profile: 37 years old.
Ahhh, wrong green bike.
I shoot off a quick response to Paul (because thanks to my ifonay I can do that) indicating that I just became one of “those” people on the train.
Perhaps the Real Paul will make some sort of contact tomorrow.
*Not his real name