Carriage Hopping And A Flooded Station (Part 2) – Mad Chaos: December 23, 1998

My Neurotic Train Habit

The core of my neurotic condition is the basic fact that I have to be around women that I find attractive or sometimes not. When I was with Lyssa I had that department filled but sometimes I would seat us in a train carriage where there were more beautiful looking girls that attracted my eye. Like tonight when I was on the train I had to walk from carriage to carriage so I could have my eyes fulfill their destiny by looking onwards to some tasteful girls.

If those girls walked out of the carriage and there were no girls around I would have to jump up and satisfy my hunger by looking for some more. So you see, this really is a neurotic disorder of mine where I feel that I have to be around beautiful women if there are beautiful women around.

Right now I’m by myself in my room and seeming there are no women around I don’t feel the need to be around one. It is only when I am in public that I feel I would be missing out if I didn’t clamp my eyes onto a woman that I treaded over mountains to see. Now if I only had a bit more self confidence I would be able to approach these beauties that I speak of in this Diary daily.

The Taxi Tale Continues

Anyway, back to my story of Lyssa in the taxi. Lyssa’s work friend (Who I think is also called Lyssa or could it be another girl) who had her boyfriend in the car was headed home, so was he. They drove on route to his liberal party thing to pick him up. Lyssa speaks well of this guy whenever she mentions him, like his being in the Liberal Party is something I should take note of. When I ask if he’s good looking Lyssa announces that he’s nothing special.

Now the girl from work who is going out with him told Lyssa never to take anything seriously that he said because he was always being sarcastic trying to get at you. Once the two girls were dropped off him and Lyssa were the last in the car and I gather that they were both in the back seat since he would have wanted to sit next to his girlfriend. While in the back seat he said to Lyssa “Would you like to come back to my house, you can sleep there if you want, we don’t have to tell my girlfriend.”

Lyssa didn’t know whether to believe he was being sarcastic or that he was being sincere in his asking but Lyssa had a universal answer ‘No’. Straight away I knew that he had plans on his mind, wouldn’t you if you had seen Lyssa sitting next to you half drunk looking like she does, of course you would.

Well, the following Monday at work the girl he was going out with was almost in tears upon seeing Lyssa. She informed Lyssa that the Liberal guy had told her about asking Lyssa to come over and sleeping at his house as if he was being sarcastic about it but I knew he was only covering his tracks.

Then there was the piece of missed information where Lyssa found out he didn’t tell his girlfriend the part where he said “Let’s keep this between ourselves and not tell my girlfriend.” Lyssa was upset because she couldn’t act the same way around her friend at work because she was angry with her boyfriend and having a massive argument about the whole Taxi affair. So I say once again, what’s with people from around my home country, why are they so sleazy in their actions.

Off To The City Again

Well part of all that conversation with Lyssa happened on Monday night but let me now speak of my episode in the City. When the time arrived to 8:00 p.m. I left my house with a plastic bag in my pocket to conceal the movie from suspicious eyes. The walk to Campbelltown took me half an hour as I wanted to make an earlier train. On the train I had to stick to my rapture of beautiful women.

What I’ve learnt in these past two days of catching the train at odd hours in the night is that there are so much beautiful girls working at night’s or going to the City to visit Clubs on weekdays. The train trip took me an hour and upon arriving in the City I circled a couple of streets, visited the toilet and when the adrenalin to walk into the Club X shop was over I just shut out my anxiety and walked in.

While in there I calmed my nerves even though I really wasn’t worried about anything. Being amongst people that were after the same thing but being the only person in the store apart from the teller I looked around. Not being able to find ‘The Gigolo’ I just picked up another label after fifteen minutes of looking and handed it to the person behind the counter.

The Wrong Movie

On the way back home it once again took me an hour and as I hurried home I made it back to my door at around 11:30 p.m. with a good day’s worth of exercise and a hungry stomach for some food. Watching the movie I realized that it was the wrong one so after wearing it in for a day I knew I should return it for what I wanted, it didn’t look as good as the girl I had seen on the front cover.

So for the rest of Tuesday morning I played games on the computer and done some Diary work in the form of an entry. What I found out upon waking up Tuesday was that a water main had busted in Wynyard station causing the whole station to flood over with millions of gallons. This happened at 1:00 a.m. early Tuesday morning, just a couple of hours after I left the City. For that reason trains were to be delayed for the next couple of days as they cleaned up the area and I found that out Tuesday night which in turn was only a couple of hours ago.

Break Ins At Lyssa's House

Tuesday which was today Lyssa gave me a call around 1:30 p.m. while I was just waking up from sleep so I bothered to talk to her. Masked was I in my drowsy eyes but Lyssa’s conversation seemed interesting. Lyssa informed me that when she got home from sleeping over at my house late Sunday afternoon she heard a large bang in her brother’s room. Lyssa was all alone in the house and upon hearing this she became frightened.

Too scared to check it out later in the night Lyssa found out that someone tried to break in and succeeded as the screen window from Kuper’s room was ripped off and trees on the fence were missing some branches as the assailants tried to flee, probably after they made such a big noise. Lyssa was very scared she told me as she then informed me of another time more recent that someone tried to break in.

This time only Lyssa’s mum was home alone in the shower and she noted that she could distinctly hear footsteps up the hallway but when she called out she got no response. When Lyssa’s mum got out of the shower she was greeted by a fully open back door at the veranda and once again a cowardly escape over the fence was noted with broken branches.

Calls About Our Anniversary

My conversation with Lyssa only lasted a couple of minutes as I got myself some sleep again lasting me for another half an hour. An hour into my day I sought to call back Lyssa but I got her while she was out doing the banking. It didn’t take Lyssa long to call me back and when she did she told me of the distance she had to travel and about her day. Asking if Lyssa tried calling me yesterday when I was out she informed me that she probably did give me a try.

Then I spun a story that I followed through of how I was at ‘Subway’ with Keith, harmless. Lyssa informed me that Monday was our one year and six month and I knew this all too well but thought not to say anything. Asking Lyssa if she went to Hound Dog to check out the Lingerie I wanted to buy for her she informed me that they had all disappeared from both the stores in the City. This upset me somewhat but if I do find them in a store like Liverpool it would make for a great Christmas present with an element of surprise.

Lyssa told me she got a bonus from her work and with the extra holiday money over the end of the year she had $750 to spend. Now I’m not sure if any of that is going to go on a present for me but I told Lyssa what I would like and I know I’m going to buy Lyssa something worth $50 and also hand her these three poems that were brewing for our anniversary but will now be forwarded to celebrate our Christmas, well both.