The Train is About to Depart

(about to get to CVille from my window)

The problem I have is the same Brad Pitt had in about 1986. He was Brad Pitt. But every girl wasn't aware they were sitting in hia coach car.

I am an impatient fisherman. And when fishing and not being good at waiting, it's best to fish where there are many fish in a small area.

I am in such an area. It did not occur to me that the 11am on a Sunday train would be full of UVA girls.

It is full of UVA girls.

It's like I am in that line, yesterday, 

Yesterday there was a line of hot girls waiting to go into a store I wouldn't be caught alive in unless there was a fire and a temporary fireman was needed.

So I couldn't stand in line with them.

Now we are "in line on the train."

I have a few hours to 1. continue to impress them and 2. hand them my card.

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What's driving me crazy is the girls were talking, and I love to listen, and then they stopped BECAUSE THESE TWO JACKASS BOYS WON'T SHUT THE FUCK UP.

I cannot make them the way I'd prefer.

Instead I have to voodoo them out to the dining car or at least to shut the fuck up.

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Online when I want to terrify a boy all I do is bait them into talking to me.

I do not want to talk to these two chuckleheads. Because then it will be a fight. And a scene and my arrest. 

Not worth it. The two girls behind me claim to have boyfriends. That leaves the two on the port side.

One of them agrees with me that it would be better if they shut up and played James Bond on the roof of the train.

Now Gomer Pyle jackass is singing. No joke. 

Where is Daniel Penny when I need him?

These two think that by talking loudly about how smart and cool they are the girls will jump on them.

All the girls think they are dumb as hell. 

I haven't said a word. But girl did I make an impression. 

There is a third boy. In my other seat. To talk to the portside girls he has to go. 

Forthwith.

He agrees with me that the two bumpkins need to shut up. 

He doesn't agree that he is leaving for the dining car too. 

Forthwith.

Or some other scenario whereby I win and these three lose.

IDEA. 

(Did it)

My idea was I was worried about my bag. I wanted to go get it. Why?

So all the girls would see how hot I am. In case they forgot or didn't see me coming in.

Also the boys saw how large and athletic I am. 

Which, combined with the mental fusillade I am putting them through, may work later.

One of the girls quit. Went to the dining car I think. 

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UPDATE:

The train is some minutes from Charlottesville. I haven't given any of them my card. I need to do that 

But I gotta do it with rizz.