It started off like any other day. I found a little standing room on the platform edge so that I could weasel my way to the door when the train came to a stop. The doors open and the game of musical chairs begins; only thing there is no music (unless you count the ubiquitous iPod in just about everyone's possession). I take my seat and glance around the train for a moment. My eyes stop on one man in particular. He's seated diagonally across from me. What caught my eye was the distinct black & white cord stemming from his earphones, Bose headphones. Our eyes locked momentarily and I broke the awkward stare. It's possible that I caught his eye as well because I also had the same black & white cord stemming from my earphones.
As the train goes down the tunnel towards it's final destination of Brooklyn, the train slowly starts to get crowded. I zone out to my tunes and before I know it there is barely enough standing room in the train car. I open my eyes and notice that this mystery gentleman is now standing across from me, in front of the door. Again, our eyes made brief contact and I thought nothing of it. I close my eyes again to mellow out before the hectic day begins, when suddenly I'm awakened by something tapping on my legs repeatedly; it's the cloth briefcase of this mystery man. At first I didn't bother me, I simply readjusted my legs so that the briefcase didn't hit me anymore. This was the perfect solution, that is until the briefcase began to go in between my legs. This bag was at the point of invading my personal space so I had to say something. I kindly moved his bag so that it didn't touch me. We made eye contact again and he genuinely apologized.
Moments later my eyes pop open so that I can see how close the train was to Manhattan. The mystery man took this as his opportunity to make his move. This bold, hot and sexy Latino came close enough to my ear to kiss it. He said "I hope you don't think I'm being to forward, but I think you're very attractive." Me being the polite person that I am, thanked him and smiled. He bends down again; "I would love the opportunity to take you out sometime." At this point, he peaked my interest. The bass in his voice, the audacity to invade my personal space, the sweet scent of his cologne, the height and sexiness he possessed all put me into overdrive. With a question like that posed by a very attractive man, what do you think I said? Well you're wrong, my dumb ass said "No thank-you, I have a boyfriend." Can someone please tell me whadafuc was on my biscuit?
He took his rejection like a man and was very understanding. He then bends down to ask me how I look without my shades. I retort "good." - No "wouldn't you like to know", no "damn good", no "delicious"; no snazzy, smart ass answer. I just said "good" (Damn I had an off day)! He bends down one last time and says "I guess that'll remain a mystery to me. I guess your man knows." All I could do was smile and "kick" myself in the ass for constructing such a lie. I haven't had a boyfriend in years, so why the hell did I allow this opportunity to pass me by?
With high hopes, I boarded the same train this morning and took the seat that I took yesterday. I looked diagonally across with high hopes of seeing him again. To my dismay the mystery man with the black & white headphones wasn't going my way. Who knows if I'll meet him again, but if I do he'll no longer be a mystery.
1 comment:
i think it is embedded in women who have been in a relationship for a long time in the past to just say that because whether we know it or not we used "no thanx i have a man" as a protection... an umbrella if you must... its ok u know for nxt time.
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