I had to run back to the house because I had forgotten somthing. Good thing I wasn't late YET but of course, when I arrived at the station there is some idiot who doesn't knw how to swipe her metro card.
The train is coming and there is a line because she is running back and forth swiping at each turnstile. I shake my head as I push past her and swipe my card. I'm greeted by a throng of teens running down the stairs. I reach the top just as the doors of the train close. Great! Now I'm probably going to be late.
Nostrils flaring I stand looking to see if another train is coming. The dumb ass that couldn't swipe her metro card is mumbling something abt me taking her fare. I wish she WOULD say something to me. I'm ready to spazz!
I look to my left and see one of my train crush. He's about 6' 4" with a smooth milk chocolate complexion and no facial hair. He has a bald que ball head. Nice full lips. He is always dressed sharp and today is no different. He's wearing dark pin striped slacks with a crisp white shirt and a dark cardigan. He's wearing brown italian shoes and his raggedy tommy hilfiger man purse. He's wearing glasses today. I like the way he looks in them. He standing in his usual spot near the stairs. He doesn't notice me yet so I can stare for a while. He looks up and sees me. I've already averted my eyes so he doesnt know I saw him. This means he's going to move closer but of course he's not going to speak.
The train is coming I turn on my Ipod. "All of my fears he erased Jesus. You saved the day." Kirk Franklin sang in my ears as I walked onto the train. It's not crowded so there are a few seats and I sit down. He stands directly in front of me. I pull out my blackberry because his crotch is directly in my line of sight. I don't want to stare. He pulls out some sort of financial magazine. I can't help but smile because I know he's watching me.
Fat lady gets on at the next stop and practically sits on my lap. I glare at her and I almost lose it but chocolate sexy man is standing in front of me. I keep sneaking peeks at him.
"We should be, making love. Instead of, breaking up. Cmon baby let me show you I'm for real. Lay in my bed" *smile* Mario sings as the train continues.
At this point the train has become very crowded and he moves closer to me. I keep averting my eyes but I feel him looking at me each time I put my head down.
Kicking myself for not wearing my shades. I could have been sizing him up. lol
It's our stop. He moves aside to let me go first. I weave in and out of the crowd. I'm late I need to make a mad dash for the office. At first it looks as if he's going to follow me. He doesn't. I take one last look before I run up the stairs. Our eyes lock. I look away.
*sigh*
Why doesn't he say something? Gosh!
Oh well, maybe I'll see him tomorrow.
*ding dong*
Thank You for Riding the MTA
(photo of model Louis Hodges, Hartford CT)
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