Joseph A. Hayden (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} bearlawnyc) wrote,@ 2004-09-10 21:55:00 |
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Subway Cruising Revisited
I originally wrote this in my notes on July 7, 2004, but figured this was as good a place as any to post it. This encounter never went anywhere, but it was still an experience for me.
Once in a while when I'm not feeling particularly attractive I'm on the subway and something sparks. Like a toaster it always happens when you're not expecting it. While I always try to sit or stand next to the cutest/woofiest guys on the subway anyway and try to look at them admiringly without being rude, especially if they have some flesh and fur showing, this guy seemed to spot me first.
This morning I got on the train and a handsome, bearded man (facial hair is always a "sign" of a man who is likely to be attracted to me). He was wearing shorts and drinking Starbucks. He immediately matched my eyes and did a half-smile. I made sure he also saw me smile across the crowded car and fortunately as each stop came fewer people were between us. At one point he told the woman between us that the book she was reading started off slow, but was great and picked up. Maybe he was trying to scare her. He reached over with his foot and touched my leg, staring at me the whole time. He motioned that he wanted my phone number so I reached into my wallet and gave him my card.
We spoke for a few minutes when the subway cleared out enough. He asked my how my Pride was and whether I had gone to the Dugout. He said he does not do the "scene" anymore and that he has found other venues but he likes making friends, etc. I asked him if he was not out to the Dugout and such for 12 years because he was all married up and he said no, that was not it. While I was going to leave the ball in his court, I did ask for his number and entered it into my palm.
I originally wrote this in my notes on July 7, 2004, but figured this was as good a place as any to post it. This encounter never went anywhere, but it was still an experience for me.
Once in a while when I'm not feeling particularly attractive I'm on the subway and something sparks. Like a toaster it always happens when you're not expecting it. While I always try to sit or stand next to the cutest/woofiest guys on the subway anyway and try to look at them admiringly without being rude, especially if they have some flesh and fur showing, this guy seemed to spot me first.
This morning I got on the train and a handsome, bearded man (facial hair is always a "sign" of a man who is likely to be attracted to me). He was wearing shorts and drinking Starbucks. He immediately matched my eyes and did a half-smile. I made sure he also saw me smile across the crowded car and fortunately as each stop came fewer people were between us. At one point he told the woman between us that the book she was reading started off slow, but was great and picked up. Maybe he was trying to scare her. He reached over with his foot and touched my leg, staring at me the whole time. He motioned that he wanted my phone number so I reached into my wallet and gave him my card.
We spoke for a few minutes when the subway cleared out enough. He asked my how my Pride was and whether I had gone to the Dugout. He said he does not do the "scene" anymore and that he has found other venues but he likes making friends, etc. I asked him if he was not out to the Dugout and such for 12 years because he was all married up and he said no, that was not it. While I was going to leave the ball in his court, I did ask for his number and entered it into my palm.
