LuoirM
Voidiris' enthusiast feet enjoyer.
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(Translated to English so details can be rough)
Alright guys, I swear older women are drawn to me. I could count on one hand how many times this has happened, but five times already is still ridiculous
As expected, the place was packed—people were curious about this futuristic mode of transport, so from the parking lot to the ticket booth and onto the platform, there was barely any breathing room.
That’s when I met her.
She looked like your average office worker, probably in her late 20s or early 30s—definitely older than me who's 18. She struggled to park her scooter, tipped over, and I helped her lift it up. That led to our first conversation:
"Thanks! Have you ridden the Metro before?" she asked.
"This is my first time too."
We parted ways there, but... uhhh, that was fucking awkward
We both ended up taking the same escalator. We lined up next to each other to buy tickets. We climbed the stairs to the platform at the exact same time.
Why did we even say "goodbye"
I started feeling self-conscious, like I was some stalker. Trying to escape, I sat on a bench near the stairs, but then—out of all the empty seats available—she sat at the same bench. Not right next to me, but still, weird choice.
To break the silence, I asked, "Is this your first Metro ride?"
She smiled. "Yeah, it is."
The conversation was casual, but slightly awkward. She asked about my school, my future plans—I asked about her job. Nothing special, right?
But then, the train arrived.
And that’s when I knew, life had other plans
If you’ve seen those viral videos of Japan’s rush-hour trains, imagine that—except in Vietnam. The train was so packed that when the doors opened, some people almost fell out. Two or three got off, but even more squeezed in.
I ended up pressed against a corner. She stood in front of me, very close. At first, it was just our shoulders touching. Then, after a few more stops and more people squeezing in... well, we were fully pressed together.
I was hyper-aware of how the side of her head, her shoulder, and her leg were against mine. No, I didn’t feel anything "soft" you perverts (her purse was in the way), but still—this was too close for comfort.
I tried shifting away, but when I looked down, guess what?
She was already looking straight at me, smiling.
My brain shut down.
I swear, that was the longest train ride of my life.
Eventually, more people got off. She moved away to the other side of the train. At City Theater Station, one station away from my destination; she got off, which she told me beforehand when we talked on the platform.
Before leaving, she glanced back—and winked.
I just stood there, dumbfounded, as the doors shut.
By the time I reached Bến Thành, I realized—I might have just fumbled a golden opportunity with a woman.
But hey, maybe some things are better left as memories.
I haven’t taken the Metro since. Not convenient for me.
Alright guys, I swear older women are drawn to me. I could count on one hand how many times this has happened, but five times already is still ridiculous
- The first time was a reckless relationship—basically, I got gr**med, but I don’t hold it against her. She blocked me, and out of respect, I won’t tell more.
- The second time was a @Iamnotabot who's been trying to peg me (FOR THE LAST TIME I'M NOT A FEMBOY)
- The third time was a Japanese woman who had a fondness of me for some reason.
- The fourth time was a proofreader in my translation group. Not sure of her nationality, but she was fluent in Chinese, Japanese, and English. Who agreed to adopt me to be her son
- And the fifth? Well, let me tell you a story.
As expected, the place was packed—people were curious about this futuristic mode of transport, so from the parking lot to the ticket booth and onto the platform, there was barely any breathing room.
That’s when I met her.
She looked like your average office worker, probably in her late 20s or early 30s—definitely older than me who's 18. She struggled to park her scooter, tipped over, and I helped her lift it up. That led to our first conversation:
"Thanks! Have you ridden the Metro before?" she asked.
"This is my first time too."
We parted ways there, but... uhhh, that was fucking awkward
We both ended up taking the same escalator. We lined up next to each other to buy tickets. We climbed the stairs to the platform at the exact same time.
Why did we even say "goodbye"
I started feeling self-conscious, like I was some stalker. Trying to escape, I sat on a bench near the stairs, but then—out of all the empty seats available—she sat at the same bench. Not right next to me, but still, weird choice.
To break the silence, I asked, "Is this your first Metro ride?"
She smiled. "Yeah, it is."
The conversation was casual, but slightly awkward. She asked about my school, my future plans—I asked about her job. Nothing special, right?
But then, the train arrived.
And that’s when I knew, life had other plans
If you’ve seen those viral videos of Japan’s rush-hour trains, imagine that—except in Vietnam. The train was so packed that when the doors opened, some people almost fell out. Two or three got off, but even more squeezed in.
I ended up pressed against a corner. She stood in front of me, very close. At first, it was just our shoulders touching. Then, after a few more stops and more people squeezing in... well, we were fully pressed together.
I was hyper-aware of how the side of her head, her shoulder, and her leg were against mine. No, I didn’t feel anything "soft" you perverts (her purse was in the way), but still—this was too close for comfort.
I tried shifting away, but when I looked down, guess what?
She was already looking straight at me, smiling.
My brain shut down.
I swear, that was the longest train ride of my life.
Eventually, more people got off. She moved away to the other side of the train. At City Theater Station, one station away from my destination; she got off, which she told me beforehand when we talked on the platform.
Before leaving, she glanced back—and winked.
I just stood there, dumbfounded, as the doors shut.
By the time I reached Bến Thành, I realized—I might have just fumbled a golden opportunity with a woman.
But hey, maybe some things are better left as memories.
I haven’t taken the Metro since. Not convenient for me.
