Monday, June 18, 2012

Funny thing that happened on the train

     So when I got on the train to go back to Venice from Paris there was this really cute American girl in the same compartment as me. We start chatting for a while about why we're in Italy, what we did in Paris, school, Disneyland, tattoos, and whatnot and she turns out to be pretty cool. After she told me about her tattoo, I rolled up my sleeve and showed her Kermit, which got a laugh. She was getting off at Milan because she had to change trains to go to Florence, where she's studying abroad with her school. I told her that I was going to Milan on Saturday for a blink-182 concert and she thought it was cool and said how she hadn't gotten to see blink in concert yet but that she thinks their concert would be a lot of fun. After hearing that she likes them and might want to see them I started thinking, "Okay so she's really hot, into piercings, tattoos, and at least likes blink enough to want to see their concert... there's just one more thing we need to know about."


     When the lady came around to check our tickets and passports I took out my wallet, which has a Panthers logo on it (as everyone knows). She says to me, "You're a Panthers fan?" I reply, "Yeah since I was a kid." Then she says to me, "Me too! I love them." I thought to myself, "Dude! There's no way this is real life right now..." The chances of this happening have to be like at least one in a million. After a while, since it was the night train that you sleep on, we both went to sleep. I hadn't slept in 2 days and was exhausted after running around Disneyland so I passed out once I closed my eyes. Sadly, when I awoke the train had already passed through Milan and she was gone. I never even got her name or said goodbye to her. The only thing I know is that for the next two weeks she's going to be in Florence. And thus ends the sad tale of Reese's missed opportunity on the train in Paris.

Maybe I should take a detour through Florence before going to Milan. Lol

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