How They Met (Two Foamers in Love)

I am off for the next two weeks. That’s because the schools have closed down for Christmas Break.

Today I drove to a train show that my city is hosting to see what railroad artifacts I could purchase.

I have $100 in my pocket that I had been saving for this event for the last few weeks.

As I am looking at some vintage brakeman’s lanterns, there is a cute young lady standing near me.

I look at her and she smiles at me, brightly.

Politely, I smile back.

She walks away and I continue to look at the lanterns. All of the antique models are out of my price range, but then I see an unused mint in the box Star 2012 LED Trainman’s lantern.

So I ask the vendor, “How much for this modern day lantern?”

“$55.” He replies.

“You got yourself a deal! I’ll make it an early Christmas gift for myself.” I tell him and pay him the cash.

“Excellent choice.” He tells me, shakes my hand and hands me the lantern. I leave his table and continue to look around.

Suddenly, my scanner clipped to my pants pocket begins talking. It’s a train dispatcher discussing a signal indication with an engineer.

I hold it up to my head so I can get a better reception.

The young lady walks up to me and asks, “What is that old phone looking device you’re listening to?”

“That’s a scanner,” I reply, “It allows me to listen in on the railroad workers comminicating on their two way radios.”

“That is so cool!” She says, then continues, “I didn’t know there was such a thing.”

“I take it you like trains. That’s cool, I wish more women and girls liked trains.”

“I think trains are the neatest invention ever.”

“There’s an awkward silence, but then the young lady says, “You’re cute. Could I have your number?”

“How old are you?” I ask.

“It’s impolite to ask a girl her age.”

“Sorry. I don’t mean to be impolite, but I would give you my number if you can prove you’re at least eighteen-you look young and I don’t want to mess with jailbait.”

“I see what you mean. But I am twenty two going on twenty three and I can show you my I.D. card.”

She pulls it out and shows me. Her birthdate does indeed show that she is indeed twenty two going on twenty three.”

“I’m sorry I doubted you, but I thought you would have been only fifteen or sixteen.”

“Awe thanks for the compliment!” She says then pecks me on the cheek.

I am shocked but equally turned on.

There is an awkward silence but then she says, “You told me you would give me your phone number if I could prove to you that I am at least eighteen.”

“You’re right. I’ll give you my number.” I tell her.

She pulls out her smartphone and I call it out.

“Do you want my number as well?”

“Yes,” I tell her.

“Do you have your phone on you?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’ll call it out and you enter it in your phone.”

“Will do.”

I then pull my phone from my pocket and she dictates her number to me. I add her information to my contact list.

She then asks me, “How old are you? You know my age but I don’t know yours.”

“I’m thirty going on thirty-one.”

“How can that be? I thought you would be no older than twenty five. I still like you though.”

“I guess I look young because I never had kids with anyone. Children will age you quickly.”

“I don’t have any kids either. But since you have no kids and I have no kids, we can be totally dedicated to each other.”

“That much is true!” I say.

She smiles and holds my hand.

Together, we then walk around the event center, then she asks me “So I know you like to listen in on railroad workers, is there anything else you like about trains?”

“I like to watch trains in real life and I also like to collect railroad tools and artifacts, like this lantern I bought today,” I show her the lantern, then ask, “What about you?”

“I like to learn about this history of all the railroads and I was looking for some books and DVDs.”

“Do you like to go near the tracks and watch trains?”

“I would love to do that, but I cannot drive.”

“Maybe one day I could take you.”

“You really would?”

“Of course. It could be like a date!”

Her eyes light up and she pecks me on the cheek again.

I blush and I am very turned on. Here is a girl who is into trains and she likes me. Every other girl I tried to date got annoyed with my train hobby and I never got too far with any of them. But this girl on the other hand, she seems a little odd but still very perfect for me.

We walk up to another table where the vendor is selling historical railroad DVDs.

She looks at the DVD’s with excitement. There are two that she is particularly interested in: National Geographic’s Love Those Trains and Switzerland’s Amazing Train Rides.

“How much for these?” She asks the vendor.

“$15 for the Swiss video and $22 for the Nat Geo one.”

She looks at her checking account balance on her smartphone, then, says, “I don’t have enough for both.”

I then tell her, “I’ll get them for you.”

“You really would?”

“Of course.”

“Oh thank you! I’ll pay you back on the first of the month.”

“No need, consider it a Christmas gift.”

She pecks me on the cheek once more and I hand her the DVDs.

We then go sit on a bench outside and talk more.

“Where do you work that you have all this money?” She asks me.

“I work for the school board. I help maintain and repair all of the mechanical stuff.”

“So you’re Mister Fix It?”

“I guess you could call me that,” I pause then continue, “I really wish, though, that I could work for the railroads, just something, anything with trains. But I don’t have the right qualifications, especially in this economy.”

“My dad knows people who could get you a job like that. Maybe he could help you.”

“Oh I don’t know.”

“Where do you live?”

“In an apartment all by myself. I’m trying to get my credit really good because there is land I want to purchase southwest of the city. It sells for dirt cheap and it is located right next to the railroad line.

“That’s neat. I still live with my parents and they are very over protective. At least you have your own place, so count your blessings.”

“Would your parents be all right about us being together?”

“I sure hope so, because I really like you!”

She pecks me on the cheek again.

I look into her eyes and she smiles brightly at me.

She then asks, “Are you ever going to kiss me or am I just going to keep kissing you?”

“I can kiss you, I just don’t want to over step my bounds.”

“You won’t over step your bounds, now give me a kiss.”

We close our eyes, our faces meet and our lips lock.

“That was wonderful!” She says with excitement, “Did you like it too?”

I nod with a soft smile.

We kiss again.

She moans with ecstacy.

Suddenly her phone rings.

She answers it, “Hi mom.” “Yes I had a good time.” “I met someone special.” “No he’s very different.” “He’s so sweet and he even bought me some train DVDs!” “Please give him a chance.” “Please give him a chance.” “If you don’t give him a chance I will do something not nice.” “Okay I’ll be waiting outside of the event center.” “Okay, bye.”

She looks at me with sad eyes and says, “My parents are coming pick me up. I want to be with you so much, but I’m afraid my parents will give you a hard time.”

“I’ll be willing to make it work.”

“Well still you better go elsewhere for now. I’ll try to call you later tonight.”

We kiss once more, then embrace. Afterwards I stand in the doorway and watch her walk up to her parents’ mini van, a maroon Ford Windstar…

With only $8 left in my pocket I head to my apartment and listen to train traffic on my scanner…

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