Central Station
Today was a day off for a lot of Australians since it was Anzac day, and Australia as a nation remembered the troops who fought on this day. For me it was a perfect opportunity to meet a newly acquired friend who agreed to hang out with me. I left the house this morning at 9am and got to Sydney at 12:30, the traffic was a bit slow since there was parades down in Town Hall. I ambled my way to Central Station and waited for our arranged 1pm meeting there. While waiting I was playing out the scenario of how it would go when we would meet face to face.  I thought of all the lines I could say and ensuring that I didn’t look like a jackass in the process. You know the problem is there’s always a big difference between knowing the path and walking the path, don’t you agree?
I got lost in that moment and 20 mins had already past, then my phone vibrated, I looked at the phone and it was her;
“Hi!!”"
“Hey!”
“Where are you?”
“Upstairs, just next to Hungry Jacks, I should be asking where are you?”
“Downstairs, I been here since 1pm, I’ll come up and meet you”
I moved from my seat and just made my way to the Newsagency so I could get the first glance. Despite my loud persona at times, I can still be a awkward shy person.  She called back once again;
“Where are you now??”
I quickly looked out at the front of the newsagency and there she was.
“I’m right in front of you”
“Where?”
“Well, I can see what you’re wearing”
“Really?”
“Yep, you’re wearing grey shorts, with black pantyhoses, with a japanese looking top which resembled your sleep wear from last night, and you’re also carrying a gold handbag”
I looked directly at her face and confusion had settled in, as she was constantly twirling around trying to find my view point of advantage.Â
“I’m directly in front of you now”
She then turned my way as I calmly made my way to her, she looked great and her smile made me feel at ease. There was no awkward pauses or silence, and a conversation built up from there. From there, I could tell that this was going to be the start of a good friendship.


and den?
Well it turned out that I was prince and I would whisk her away and be the man of her dreams. They then would live happily ever after.
hmmm
WTB full view pic pls. not your pic Fred. okie?
What you mean my pic?? I take it good photos dear sir..