~Candy Shop Edition~

Bright red trench coat, Hollywood shades, Burberry scarf, hair parted down the middle, large cream Fendi spy bag, 4 inch boots, Rihanna (who, I'm embarrassed to admit, I secretly love) blasting in my ears.
I'm in a zone, eyes closed, head bobbing, mouthing the words, "I'm breakin' dishes up in here, Uh huh. I ain't gonna stop till I see po-lice lights, I'ma fight a man tonight, I'ma.." I stopped mid word.
A heavenly, manly fragrance wafts past my nose. My eyes snap open as my nose draws my body to find the source. I stop at a huge blue eyed, Yankee cap wearing, pigment deficient man with a goatee. You know the type. Irish, Polish, or Italian decent with a heavy New York accent. He could easily be a cop or a construction worker. He was staring at me. I inched closer. He continued to stare. I was so close our shoes touched. I grabbed him by his jacket pulling his neck down to my nose, sniffing as if my life depended on it. I started humping his leg as everyone stood watching with their mouths open.

The train pulled into the station. I blinked rapidly and chuckled to myself as I realized I had had an Ally McBeal moment. I looked over at him to see him staring. He has a slight smirk. I wonder if he has telepathic powers and knows what I was just thinking. I feel my face flush.

I walk onto the train and it's as if I've walked into the male candy shop. There's a hot Asian guy reading on a pocket sized device while bopping to his music. The honey colored, homeboy from the hood with a cute nose is dressed in a white sweat suit and timbs..I avert my eyes. (I don't do homeboys from the hood, especially with no fashion sense). The cute Dominican guy with his red Aeropastle baseball cap is peeking over at me.

I take a seat and look up. Across from me sits heaven. He's not exactly cute. His skin is almost as black as his perfectly lined, slightly wavey hair. His black jacket is a cross between a peacoat and a raincoat..very stylish. I look down for a wedding band to see the sexiest hands I've ever seen.

I realize two songs have passed and I'm still staring. Thank God I'm wearing these shades. "" Rihanna sings into my ears and I close my eyes mouthing the words along with her. Still lip singing I open my eyes to see the chocolate hunny smiling.

I stare for a while and begin to size him up. He doesn't look very tall. His legs appear muscular in the perfectly tailored charcoal slacks. I look down to see his computer bag/man purse resting between his feet. Feet that wore...Crocks!! *gag*

I look back up at his face in disbelief. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention back to the Asian guy who's shoes look Italian.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA