He blocked my way to platform 10A. Big brown eyes, olive skin, great smile, amazing teeth. Very young and very Asian.
‘Excuse me. I know it is going to sound strange, but I just wanted to tell you that you walk in a very feminine way’ he said staring at me with those piercing eyes.
‘I was looking at you from a distance. What do you do for a living? Are you a dancer?’ he asked staring at me. No blinking.
Oh dear.. I am going to be late for the train. How much time do I have?
‘No, I am not a dancer.’
‘Are you sure? You walk like a dancer?’ he asked getting closer to my face.
I could give him a fantasy moment. Like Miranda from Sex and The City fulfilling perfect stranger’s dream to spend the night with a stewardess.
‘I used to dance’ I said smiling.
‘I can tell. You walk like a dancer’ he said. The distance between us is almost non existent.
‘I used to dance when I was a little girl. Many years ago.’
‘I can tell. A ballet dancer?’
‘Some ballet’ I answered looking at my watch.
‘Did that affect your feet?’ he asked not giving up the staring game. He touched my arm. Just like the sales books advise you. Make sure you built a relationship with your customer and encourage them to do what you want spicing it up with a human touch.
‘No, not really’ I answered. ‘I am sorry, but I really have to go.’
‘It’s ok. I understand. Do you want to grab a drink sometime?’ still staring.
Think. Fast. Married? Boyfriend? I am not wearing my fake wedding ring.
‘I am married’ I said hiding my left arm.
‘No problem. We could be friends.’
‘My husband would not like that’ I said. ‘I am very sorry, but I really have to go.’
‘We could exchange numbers’.
‘I am sorry, but I am really in a rush. I am going to be late for my train.’
‘It was very nice talking to you. You are a beautiful lady.’
‘Thank you. Best of luck.’
Off I go. I need to go through the ticket barrier. Where is my purse?