In a world of left and right swiping, a chance encounter with a beautiful stranger seems more and more unlikely each day.
Yes, the “old-fashioned way” of doing things seems to be a thing of the past as more and more “how we met” stories begin with “we matched on Tinder”.
However, for one lucky pair, a chance encounter was the beginning of their love story.
And for one even luckier woman, she got front row seats to the whole thing.
Debra O took to Twitter to share what was quite the unusual, yet rewarding, commute to work.
Her 140-character love story had us feeling like we were enjoying a new Nicholas Sparks movie but has now left us with nothing but questions.
So there’s this black guy on my train whose nose is running. This young asian lady infront of him hands him a tissue. “Thank you so much”…
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
…he says. And she smiles and says something about it not being a problem. Moments later he gets out of his seat and offers it to her.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Shocked, she looks on. “The least I can do for the tissue”, he says. pic.twitter.com/lmBj7Z2nGi
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
At this point, I’m thinking “my brudda”. Me and another woman have clocked what’s happening too, so we exchange glances.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
So at this point homegirl is sitting down comfortably next to me whilst Mr Polite stands.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
And he’s like directly infront of her the whole time. So I’m like pic.twitter.com/JvX83ipneQ
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Next thing I know homegirl reaches into her pocket. I’m thinking she just gonna full on pull out her phone? But she does better…she smart.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Homegirl leans out to Mr Polite and passes him a pack of tissues. “For the journey” she says. pic.twitter.com/kaTiu40Qer
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
The guy – obviously flattered, thanks her. “At this rate, I’m going to have to give you my phone number aren’t I?” he says. pic.twitter.com/CeYIBjF5z4
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Whilst I’m thinking this can’t get any more juicy, she responds in her American accent “that’s what I’m tryna get”. pic.twitter.com/B7eZXPD0Tb
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Listen, sis had the boldness of David and the spirit of Cardi B at the same time. I was in awe.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
At this point me and the other lady are beside ourselves in glee. These are front row seats in a TFL romance.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Anyways. I have to get off soon so I’m waiting on these two to seal the deal. “Where are you heading to?” he asks. She says, “Canary Wharf”.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
They smile and he nods.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
*silence* but there’s still something in the air.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
I look at the other passenger. She looks at me. We both want answers.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
But it’s my stop. So I get off the train, freeing the seat next to Miss Shot Shooter. Mr Polite realises the seat next to her is now free.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
By this point I’m on the platform tryna strain my neck to see if homeboy followed thru. But alas, the train drifts off into the distance.
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Much like TFL lovers, drifting in and out of “what could have been”. pic.twitter.com/bXvudtFTux
— Debra O (@DebraChosen) September 29, 2017
Debra, we need answers!
