I hadn't had a music player since my iPod died last year. But then I got Roscoe and was like YEAH! Now I don't have to listen to the Park Slope Hipsters talking their Hipster crap all the way to work!
This morning I'm rockin' out to my latest playlist- chock full of Lupe, Kanye, Common, Jilly from Philly and a lil Mika, too- and ignoring my fellow straphangers as usual. UNTIL... a Hottie McHottie Brotha gets on the train and caught my eye. I was like WHOA...how you doin'? but not really, 'cause I had my headphones on.
I kept sneaking lil looks over at him and every time, I caught him looking at me. And I peeped that Superman tattoo on his hand, and could tell that his abs were smooth if not tight (my X-ray vision doesn't work before 10:00 AM)...oh the evil, dirty thoughts that were running through my mind... but I digress.
So the train pulls out of 14th Street, and me and my fellow 23rd-ers (as I call the TONS of folks who get off at the same station with me) inch towards the door, and Hottie McHottie is standing right in front of said door, and I can feel him staring at me HARD, trying to make eye contact with me...and I punk out!
But NYers- feel me on this- you're just NOT supposed to speak to people on the train like that! And just HOW am I supposed to transition from wearing my headphones and rocking out to Sean Paul to not wearing them and getting Hottie McHottie's digits?? I mean, what if I HAD met his gaze, then what? I was getting off the train in like two seconds- it's not like we were about to have a deep and meaningful conversation. And I had to get to work. Plus I had my headphones on. STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!
Oh forget it...
I am sooooo fucking clueless...
*smooches...trying not to remember that he had the sexiest lips I've seen all week*
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and he smelled really nice, and was taller than me, and, OH GOD, I need to let it go...
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*falling to the ground sobbing*
I KNOW I KNOW!!! I can't believe I punked out! He was so gorgeous, and so obviously trying to get my attention. And did I mention GORGEOUS?
WAAAAAAAAAH!!!
*sniffle sniffle*
LOL! You wuss!
*still sobbing*
I AM a wuss... gorgeous men make me nervous! I feel like I'll get pregnant if they just LOOK at me...
ha
thats a shame
how u just gon let the opportunity pass you by like that?
You didn't say nuffin? WOW! I'm surprised! LOL
btw...I sent you a friend request on facebook
"it's not like we were about to have a deep and meaningful conversation."
That's a great point. It depends if you're looking for a fuck-buddy or something more. Cuz the odds are, if a guy approaches you on the train based on looks, he's not interested in talking politics.
*wiping away tears*
@dejanae- I'm famous for slamming the door in oppty's face. It'm my speciality
@12kyle- I've just never been the type to talk to strangers on the street. The ONE TIME I let a cutie pick me up while waiting for a train A) he was a young-un and B) he was an ex-con... that ish scared me straight LOL
@pan- I actually wouldn't have minded taking him to the far end of the Delancey St. station and... not that I've ever done that... let me not finish that sentence...LOL
You had your mental swag going, with your music and everything.
Vibe was THERE. You felt it.
...then you chickened out.
Damn.
You will get another chance (world spins)...just remember this post when that chance arrives.
I read some of your older blog post. Very entertaining reads. You have a great sense of humor.
Yes, I will try to learn the lesson from this.
And thanks for reading; I'm slowly but sure catching up to some of your archives as well. Good stuff, old chap! Good stuff!
I've actaully done this, I mean I've completly ignored a chance to speak to a beautiful woman on the train. It is an awkward transition from headphones to convo but sometimes you gotta be awkward to make progress. Just think how awkward it would have been for him, he had to spit his game in the 2 seconds before you get off the train. lol
I thought you just weren't digging me...lol.
Yeah, you lost one.
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