"Subway Series" *Heatwave Edition*

This has been one of the hottest summers I can remember and today is no exception. It's sweltering!


Dressed in dark, skinny jeans, a black camisole, a fedora, Hollywood shades, arms full of gold bangles and leather wristband, I strut up the stairs to wait for the train. My make up is flawless and my skin shimmers. I'm heading to perform at a show and I feel fab and don't even care that people are staring, yet.

Bilal's sweet melodic voice sings "I wanna be your one and only" in my ears. The train arrives quickly and I walk on scanning the car for a seat. There's a couple vacancies scattered about. Beside a young girl with a chubby baby in a baby sling, a middle aged woman with glasses and her bag on the seat, a young guy in large headphones and a middle aged woman wearing knee length shorts, a visor and a jean jacket. I sit beside the woman with her bag on the seat. She seems annoyed by this and I ask her if there is a problem. "No", she says quickly and pulls out a magazine.

I settle in and allow myself to be enveloped in the sweet sounds coming from my headphones. The train has stopped for what seems like an extended period so I open my eyes and look around, still rocking to the music.

The announcement says something about train traffic. I'm still swaying and singing a little and looking around at the other passengers. I look at the woman in the long shorts. Beneath her visor are a pair of grandma glasses and behind those, a set of crazy eyes. They are darting back and forth as she swings her legs. She has a strange smile on her face, as if she knows a secret that she wants to tell. I almost burst out laughing she looks so insane, but I look over at the man that has taken the seat next to her. He could easily be anywhere from 45 to 75. He is in incredible shape. Dressed in a cowboy hat and a black, fitted, "I <3 NY t-shirt his pecks and muscular arms are on display. I notice many, small, dark spots on his arms and wonder if he is a recovering addict. I look up at a handle bar mustache and eyes behind tinted glasses. He's staring. Oh gosh I hope he doesn't think I'm attracted to him. I quickly look away as I see the corners of his mouth twitch about to form a smile. I turn to my left toward the guy with the headphones. Why did I do this? I realize he too is staring. He's bouncing his head and doing odd motions with his hands and arms. Wtf? Is he throwing up gang signs at me? I frown as I realize he's doing dance moves. His back pack is on the floor between his legs. He's wearing a t-shirt, sneakers and parachute pants. Perhaps he's a dancer or maybe he is just corny. Either way I'm not interested. He is still staring and doing twisted arm movements. I roll my eyes behind my dark shades and concentrate on my music.

He picks up his bag and stands by the door across from me. He's rather tall and not that bad looking but I think of the convo I had with my "Juicy" about men and dancing and I giggle to myself.

I shake my head as I realize he is not getting off the train he just wanted to be in my line of sight. Are you fucking kidding me? He is staring at me and doing his arm movements and now he has incorporated some foot movement. Is he putting on a show for me? Is he trying to do voodoo on me with this fucking rain dance? I avert my gaze and I'm back to the cowboy who's licking his lips.

FML! I want off this train!



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA