While I hate all humans, I love seeing couples and watching how they interact. I
especially love seeing couples on the way to work together who give a soft peck
as one departs. I run up the stairs, arms flailing, pearls, iPod and blackberry in hand. I dash into the train just as the doors close.
I'm all the way at the back but I don't care,
There are seats available in this car and I snuggle into one.
I see one of the couples I've seen on occasion and I smile to myself.
They are an adorable pair. Neither of impressive height. Both honey coloured. She is always fashionably dressed and her make up is always flawless.
He is usually in a dress shirt and slacks with huge headphones.
I don't stare as I've been know to do. I kind of just size them up and turn away.
As I go to turn my iPod on I notice he looks annoyed and I see her lips moving slightly. My ears perk up as I hear her steely whisper, "Where do you know her from? I know something went on"
He glances at me quickly and rolls his eyes as he whispers back, "I don't know that female."
I try not to stare but I see how tight and angry his face is. I notice he is trying extremely hard not to look my way.
I don't pay it any attention, I assume he just doesn't want to cause any more drama with his lady.
I turn on my music and they are almost forgotten as Jonelle Monae sings, "This is a cold war, do you know what you're fighting for?!" I smiled to myself nodding my head to the beat.
I notice they are both stealing glances at me and I notice her mouth move subtly again.
I'm wondering, is he a dog that has been caught in some shit or is this woman a pretty, insecure, psycho who thinks that every woman her man looks at is a past lover. I mean this conversation or argument can't possibly be about ME.
I glance at him and he looks fed up, ready to snap, in pain as if her badgering is slowly killing him.
I make it my business not to look at him again for the entire ride. I don't want to cause this stranger any more problems then he, clearly, already has.
At that very moment I see a white tee and fitted on what appears to be a frame of 6'6". They are forgotten as I lust over this chocolate giant.
*ding dong*
Thank you for riding the MTA.
No comments:
Post a Comment