Close encounters of the purl kind
Dec. 13th, 2007 12:39 amSorry about the awful pun in the title. I have a reputation to upkeep, being a maintainer of
pisspoorhumour.
Tuesday brought a contrasting journey to work compared to that of
hauntedunix.
Got as seat on the tube, as is typical for most mornings living to close to the terminus. This is great, because it gives me loads of time for knitting. Somewhere around Brent Cross a person standing next to me speaks to me about knitting. Strangely this isn't all that uncommon; for some reason people see a guy knitting on the tube and think it safe to talk to me. Turns out she's a knitter too, but doesn't know many other socially so I give her a few details of local knitting groups and shops and she's thankful. I also demonstrated the magic loop method, as I'm using it for the socks I'm knitting and she'd not understood it before.
As she alighted at Camden, I almost wish I'd passed on contact details but that might also seem a bit creepy.
I idly ponder the offchance of seeing a note in the "ZOMG! I met someone on the bus/train/tube but didn't get their number" section of the local rags. Haven't seen anything so far though.
On a loosely connected theme, the encounter ties in with a post
brought to my attention by proxy of
doseybat. Summary: how did you meet current partners, how do you meet future ones, differences between what's meant by "dating" here in the UK vs. in the US.
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Got as seat on the tube, as is typical for most mornings living to close to the terminus. This is great, because it gives me loads of time for knitting. Somewhere around Brent Cross a person standing next to me speaks to me about knitting. Strangely this isn't all that uncommon; for some reason people see a guy knitting on the tube and think it safe to talk to me. Turns out she's a knitter too, but doesn't know many other socially so I give her a few details of local knitting groups and shops and she's thankful. I also demonstrated the magic loop method, as I'm using it for the socks I'm knitting and she'd not understood it before.
As she alighted at Camden, I almost wish I'd passed on contact details but that might also seem a bit creepy.
I idly ponder the offchance of seeing a note in the "ZOMG! I met someone on the bus/train/tube but didn't get their number" section of the local rags. Haven't seen anything so far though.
On a loosely connected theme, the encounter ties in with a post
brought to my attention by proxy of
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