In September 2001 I took a series of trains to the Netherlands
From the rattly South Eastern to Dover Docks, to the dawdling Belgian countrysider and the frantic platform-dashing as the conductor informs me I'm going to Haarlem, not Arnhem, the adventure took most of the day.

I sweatily disembarked 12 hours later in a sleepy town, and cast my eyes around for the blonde metaller I was supposed to be meeting. Janneke and I had been chatting around online for nearly five years, and with the new-found freedom being 18 had given me, I figured it was time for a European jaunt. I hunkered down on my backpack outside the station, and waited for her to arrive.

Ten minutes turned to twenty, and then an hour passed. I was more and more frantically checking my watch, wondering what was going on. Was I in the wrong time zone? Had I got my dates mixed up? Should I have gone to Haarlem instead? Panic was properly setting in.

I scanned the traffic, heart racing every time another vehicle pulled up to the station. Nope, not her. Nope. Nope. This bus? Nope, she's not on that one either. Fuck.

And then I saw a motorbike, a weedy rasping scooter of a thing, come buzzing down the access road to the station. Blond hair streamed behind the helmet. A petite figure clad in tight leathers. My heart was pounding.

I stood up in anticipation, and watched as a homeless man ran out of nowhere, straight into her path. She swerved, lost it, and gracelessly slid with the bike into a concrete upright. The crunch of bone and steel was sickening.

They wouldn't let me into the ambulance since I wasn't a relative or a friend. Heartbroken and bloodstained, I took the next train home, and had to explain to every conductor, the border guard and my own parents that the bloodstains and my early return weren't linked in the way they thought they were.
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 17:09, 7 replies)

So...
Did she died?
(Vinnie Strokes Got bummed on, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 17:58, closed)

nope
she's still got this wicked lump poking out of her collar though, where the bone broke through
( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 7:00, closed)

seriously!?

(OTT, Mon 24 Oct 2011, 21:53, closed)

yep

( Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 7:00, closed)

Fucking hell... O_o
Glad she's okay though.

So are you and her together now, or just friends, or did you just meet her once afterwards, or what?

/nosey
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 12:39, closed)

I suspect she threw herself from the scooter thinking she'd arranged to meet a smelly homeless

(Ronnie Spleen MMMMNEURRGH I AM A GAY SPAZ AND I LOVE IT UP MY BU, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 16:39, closed)

Crumbs!
Click for the story.

I presume you got to meet up at some point in the last 10 years?
( Evil Bastardo, Tue 25 Oct 2011, 16:54, closed)