Riding the trains daily you begin to notice familiar faces. For me the familiar faces are the older West Indian woman with the bible, the tall, dark, handsome bald guy who I crush on and hope to see every day, the guy who always gives me the eye and nauseates me, the interracial couple, the brothers and the mother, etc.
My day has been rough. All I can think about is getting home to my comfy couch and a glass of red wine. Thank heavens for a smooth train ride. No crazies. There are a few lingering stares from people but nothing out of the ordinary. My iPod hasn’t died and I’m enjoying very soothing sounds in my ears. The train arrives at my stop and I slowly walk off the train. Dressed in a dark gray pencil skirt, “Hollywood shades”, a fitted tee and my favorite bedazzled Giuseppe slippers I walk to the market. I don’t know why, but, I’m compelled to turn around and look behind me. I do and look into the eyes of a familiar face. I look away shyly but not before a slight smile is exchanged. *giggle* I turn back around and walk into the fruit market thinking to myself, “Wow, he really is very handsome”.
I know what you’re thinking but your wrong. It wasn’t my train crush! Ha! It’s one of the brothers! The mother, who barely looks a day over 40, gives the impression of being a sister from church. Dressed in shin length skirts and dresses every day (never pants) and I can almost see the lace head covering but I’m sure she doesn’t wear that to work, lol. Her hair is straight and hangs past her shoulders. She always has her tote and her large purse. The brothers could almost be twins they look so much alike, however one is just a little cuter than the other. They are always dressed in slacks and collared shirts. Never dressed in suits and ties or sneakers and jeans, they are light to caramel in color with dark cesars. The one who I assume is the younger of the two is ALWAYS with the mom. The other I only see sometimes. (He’s the cuter of the two and the one I see now) Maybe I’m paranoid but many times I’ve passed them and I feel they are discussing me when I walk down to my spot on the platform and look back at them looking at me. (Mother included)
As I walk around in the market I look up to see him standing outside. He’s talking on his cell and he’s looking at me. I feel my face flush as he smiles a spectacular smile. Wow..he REALLY IS quite handsome. I make my purchases and walk out. He’s still there talking on his cell. He looks as if he wants to say something but he doesn’t put down his phone, so I walk into the next market for the rest of my groceries. I walk through the market thinking, of what I might say if he is still waiting. The pessimistic thoughts enter and I’m saying to myself, “He’s short. He’s light. He probably lives at home with his mom. He isn’t interested. He would have gotten off of the phone. He was probably waiting for his girlfriend.“ I suppress all these thoughts and say to myself “You are limiting your options. He could be a wonderful person. If you don’t date him, he may become one of your best friends. Don’t be afraid” I push my cart to the side and go outside to say something. I look to my left and then to my right. He’s gone.
*Ding Dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA
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