MM on missing the morning muse....

One potential candidate to be Muxloe's Muse was a cute and stylish maiden I met catching the daily 8.43am train from Streatham Common to London Victoria. After some coy catching of each other's eye, the flash of a few smiles and some initial flirtations things have gone off the boil somewhat with the train-station princess. Every morning I think 'maybe I should rectify the situation and get the ball rolling again'. I approach the station full of noble intentions to engage her in conversation but somehow they whither and die when she looms into view. I feel like I'm 12 again - too scared to talk to a girl!

At the moment I'm reading David Copperfield by Charles Dickens and this whole phenomenon is obviously nothing new. Copperfield is recounting about the time he went to see Little Em'ly, a girl he fell in love the summer before. He'd been desperate to see her and was full of things he wanted to say.

“A figure appeared in the distance before long and I soon knew it to be Em'ly.......when she drew nearer, and I saw her blue eyes looking bluer, and her dimpled face looking brighter and her whole self prettier, a curious feeling came over me that made me pretend not to know her,and pass by as if I were looking at something a long way off. I have done such a thing since in later life.

Little Em'ly didn't care a bit. She saw me well enough; but instead of turning round and calling after me, ran away laughing.”

I know how he feels, I wonder if the station princess knows how little em'ly feels too....