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The Fake Birthday Note for Train Man

For a whole year she stalked the same train doors as a beautiful stranger. Then she invented a birthday to ask him out.

How it started

Every weekday Zoë caught the 8.21 from Hitchin to London, surrounded by the same silent faces. Then one July morning in 2003 a new commuter walked up the platform, and she swears it happened in slow motion. She nicknamed him Train Man and started boarding through his exact set of doors, every single day. She clocked the novels he read and decided he must be gentle and deep. Her work friends demanded daily updates on his outfits. Her big move, dropping her ticket so he'd hand it back, ended with a meek 'thanks' and her nose back in her book. Dates with other men went nowhere, because none of them were Train Man. After nearly a year, her sister staged an intervention: do something, or let it go.

Then it happened

Zoë wrote a note claiming it was her birthday, and that everyone should do one silly thing on their birthday, so would he like a drink? On the day, he was reading One Hundred Years of Solitude and she bottled it. Ten days later she finally handed it over, mid-sneeze in his hay fever, while the whole carriage stared. As she put it: 'He didn't know it wasn't my birthday!' That evening an email arrived. Train Man had a name, Mark. He also had a girlfriend.

The morning after

Cue months of mortified nods on the 8.21. Then, in January 2005, came what Zoë calls the best email of her life: Mark was single and asking her out. On their first date she blurted 'I love him!' out loud while he was in the loo. He proposed on a train in Australia, they married in 2008, and she still calls him Train Man.

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