Melbourne Train Girl sent the Tall Boy one final SMS yesterday afternoon. By that stage she was sure she had hit the ball squarely into his court. It was a flirty SMS. A fun SMS. An SMS she had spent the morning thinking about. Drafting in her head. It was the kind of SMS he should have read with a smile, and then replied with something equally devious and saucy.

Now it is today afternoon and he hasn't replied.

Melbourne Train Girl is fairly sure it is doomed.

The ball is sitting in his court, but it seems he has decided to keep it. Perhaps he decided she was too crazy. Or found someone a little less deranged who he liked a little more.

Melbourne Train Girl has told herself she is not going to think about it any more. She even put her phone away in her bedroom.

But Melbourne Train Girl thinks she really did like him...