The Trolley (standard:romance, 1875 words)
Author: Lawless	Added: Mar 14 2001	Views/Reads: 3881/2358	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Part One of a special story about a romance discoverd by a simple trolley ride. Part Two is in progress.

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nonetheless it was a possibility.  Plus if you ever saw me - dressed to 
kill and out on the town with my buddies by my side, and a few beers in 
our hands - I promise you wouldn't be able to pass us without staring.  
We have a lot of fun when we go out; we live every day to its limit. 

I asked her if we had ever met before. She replied, "almost, but not
officially." I asked what she meant, after a subtle, but refreshing 
unnoticed sigh of relief.  Now I was able to rule out earlier doubts of 
who she might be.  And beyond that be sure that I had not done her 
wrong... Yet. "I think that you are incredibly sexy," she interupted.  
With that she giggled lightly.  The simple sound turned me on in a way 
I had not been turned in months.  "With that being said, I saw you on a 
morning just like this one, riding the Green Line trolley.  I was 
sitting in that seat right over there."  (Points to a seat 6 feet in 
front of us, and 10 feet behind the driver's booth.  A tan single seat 
on the left, covered with a blue piece of some cheap leather 
substitute, and located directly against a window.)  Currently a woman, 
that looked like she could flatten every single passenger if she was so 
inclined, sits in silence probably relieved that I have calmed the 
raging trolley dancer.  "While you stood tall and strong leaning 
against the rotating central section here where we stand right now.  
You were reading the Wall Street Journal and trying to eat a 
Nutri-Grain bar without stumbling as the T zipped from the Hynes 
Convention Center stop inbound.  You stood there knowing your 
abilities, not fooling anyone.  You knew that women throughout the 
train were moistening by just seeing you in between every jerk and 
jaunt of the trolley breezing down the rails." "I am flattered," I 
said, "but I don't know what you are talking about."  I was confused by 
this woman and her complete attention in my presence.  I had been 
approached by women in the past.  That had become normal.  Many girls 
think that I am attractive.  That was not what kept my attention to 
her.  I was still wondering... "What was all that jumping and carrying 
on a minute ago?  Are you high?" I said this like it was commonplace.  
But in fact I was quite nervous that she would get .  I only suggested 
such an idea because I watch a lot of movies.  And often times in the 
movies these days if someone is acting like she was acting - unusually 
crazy or sporadic and spastic - it can be a result of drug use or from 
eating too much sugar or something complicated like that. "No.  Not 
drugs--" 

And then she was interrupted.  Right as she started her explanation the
trolley stopped suddenly, and nearly all of the passengers were jerked 
by the quick halt.  I had been a little involved with the conversation 
and had lost my concentration on normal balance.  I was left off 
balance, but I quickly regained control, sooner than everyone else it 
appears because some were still shaken.  Including the girl I was 
talking too.  She fell towards me, I grabbed her to prevent her from 
falling over.  She was thankful, but she used the opportunity to grab 
me in return. People were returning to their upright positions slowly 
but the T jerks around all the time, people are used to it.  The two of 
us were not separating as quickly however.  We were not exactly unhappy 
with the position that had resulted.  It was then that I became very 
interested in this woman. Two more times I made sure that she was not 
hurt.  I discovered that she was not shying away when I touched her.  
In fact she was fine with it.  Women that are open to social and casual 
touching and holding are definately more attractive to me than women 
who are nervous and who retract from being held.  It was definately a 
trait that I was fond of in a girl.  I understand that some girls are 
aware of the dangers of the city and do not necessarily trust everyone; 
but it is fun to go out and feel comfortable at times. As I was 
thinking of ways to continue my conversation with this beautiful girl 
again soon, I remembered that I was planning on attending the Bruins 
game this evening.  I asked her if she would mind accompanying me to a 
game this evening, I explained that I had an extra ticket. I left out 
that my fiance Marci was no longer speaking to me anymore and the seat 
next to me had become available lately. 

Marci and I lost touch with each other just under a month ago.  She left
me, saying that she was too busy and that she did not have enough time 
and energy to carry on an entire relationship and be totally committed 
to her job at the same time.  She said that she loved me and that the 
two years that we had spent together were wonderful.  Yet she was very 
much into her career and the forwarding of her status as a professional 
businesswoman.  For this reason I lost a smart, funny, and attractive 
girl and was sentenced to bachelor status once again. She accepted my 
invitation and chose to attend the game with me tonight, to see the 
Bruins face the Devils. She aparently was happy, she was smiling and 
laughing.  Her eyes were beautiful and her hair was gorgeous.  I 
couldn't stop looking at her.  I asked her what her name was. "Julie," 
she replied. I told her my name, and that I thought she was beautiful.  
I told her that I couldn't wait until later on this evening, when we 
could better get to know each other. I had stopped paying attention to 
the outside world, I nearly missed getting off of the train at my stop 
due to this girl. 

Quickly my entire board meeting stress returned.


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