Those of you who've been here often, or who read my column in Impact* last summer are probably bored of my tale of failed romance when an attractive young lady smiled at me on the train, I smiled back, and...nothing else happened.
Yesterday I was given a second chance, when as my train pulled out of Swindon I looked up to find the attractive blonde across the aisle staring at me. As is my custom I returned her smile, and sat back in my seat thinking how the moment of leaving Swindon had just become brighter still. I settled down to watch 'Battle of the Bishops',** but my concentration was hampered by the fact that I continued to exchange the odd smile with the beau opposite. I even like to think that she was staring at my reflection in the window, but my hunch would be that I am mistaken on that one***. Anyway, she got off at Reading without so much as a backward glance, and that, as they say, was that.
*See what I did there? Forgive me as I angle for a bit of an ego boost.
**In this context this sounds intriguing and perhaps a little risque (worryingly) but you can rest assured that I am referring to the documentary that was on the BBC recently at the time of the Lambeth Conference. I'm still as behind with the times as ever.
***Still, it pads out the story a bit. Besides, such thoughts are also good for my ego.