So, I picked Elina up and we went to Odd's house. I left my sunglasses there and we hadn't sat down and had coffee since I moved out. We both need to get back to Oslo and eat dinner, so we left. We walk to the train station. Our train is just stopping, but Elina needs a ticket. It's ok... we'll catch the next one.
I'm concentrating on the timetable to see how long we have to wait... twelve minutes. Elina grabs my arm.
What?
Don't look... behind me.
What's going on? I take a peek and see a man sitting on the bench on the opposite platform. Ruffle of eyebrows. What?
He's so gross. I take a peek again and see his penis. Interesting. He's sitting ass to the bench, masturbating, with his pants down around his ankles. No one else is around. So, I lead Elina to our bench (with a side wall), so that we can't see him. Gross, but not abusive. He seemed lost in his own world, if you know what I mean.
Elina's all freaked, so she tries to keep an eye on him without trying to look like she's looking. Well, she looks back once more and he's moved. He's moved in parallel to us and tries to get our attention by waving, pants still around his ankles. We continue to ignore him and keep an eye on him, so he doesn't come over to our side and accost us. he doesn't.
So, now we're waiting desparately for our train to come and it's late. But by then, two other women have shown up on our platform. The man drags his pants up and sits with his head in his hands.
The kicker: He looked like an intelligent human being, with a wife and kids - even a good job, probably a teacher or community volunteer.
To add to my sexual experience in Norway, I see Lars this morning (quickly remembering that tonight is a board meeting) and am also reminded of what information I relayed to him when we went out for a drink a couple weeks ago. No worries, Lars is engaged and a good guy. But now he and Christer know a detail about my sexual history that I normally don't tell people. If you know about it, then I need not divulge now. If you don't know, then good.