One of my favorite things in to do in my spare time was to visit my friends and family via the train. The rides were long and tended to be very restricted to certain times, but I loved it. I never really worried someone would bother me or be excessively drunk like on the bus and I didn't have to worry about falling out of the sky like I did with plane, I did realize it was a unreasonable fear but I couldn't help it. Anyway, the day I feel in love with train was the day I took an impromptu trip to see my best friend from high school in Atlanta. I was in Connecticut and was bored out of my mind with my fiancΓ©s' family, when my girlfriend called and she made up an excuse for me, they believed it and I was out. I promised him that I would be back at least the day before it was time to go back but would probably be back well before that. My last words to him were I love you, and see you in a couple of days. And I left.
The trip by train was an unavoidable 18 hour trip and with how the train ran most times it would draw out into 20 to 24 hours. One of the things that was wonderful about long trips like this is they were almost always close to empty after Washington DC and you could get the whole seat, I refused to pay an extra 100 plus just for a bed compartment. My conductor had been Jesse today, I saw him often whenever I headed south and I knew would be on till Atlanta because that's where he was from. So I sat in my seat and every time he passed by we struck up a little conversation. I enjoyed matching wits with him. He was a sexy man that stood at 6 foot 2, long beautiful locks down his back, with a lock charm right by his ear, he also had a rich dark chocolate complexion that was flawless. There was no doubt in my mind that he had a girlfriend waiting for him somewhere, and I definitely had a fiancΓ©, but that did not stop me from fantasizing .
Fantasizing wasn't the bad part as I found that day, even more I found out I was a bit of a voyeur.