~Dread Stalker Edition~

It's an unseasonably warm day. One of many in April. I'm annoyed that my plans are delayed because I had to take my phone to be serviced.


I take off the 5in heels I've been wearing and throw on my flats so I can hurry through rush hour body traffic. Lol

I rush down the stairs to the subway. My eyes spot long locks halfway pinned up. They travel down to see broad shoulders and further down to observe THE most bowed legs I've ever see. The dark blue, pin striped, Italian cut suit is a perfect fit. I didn't realize I had followed him, the entire length of the platform, until he stopped and I almost bumped into him. I looked down at my feet as I quickly scurried past him.

I only walked a few short steps before I stopped, turning to catch a glimpse of his face.

He was looking at me. I felt my face flush. Did he know that I was following him? Did he know that I was staring? I chuckled at myself as I remembered I was in my “Hollywood Mocha” shades. Surely he couldn’t see my eyes.

The local train arrived and I walked on. I looked over and he was entering the train as well. I looked for a seat so I could put my heels back on. I sat but my heels were forgotten as I stared at him taking him all in. The hair. The suit. The legs. My stop was approaching and in a blatant attempt to see him up close I stood up and walked to where he stood. I became shy and turned away.

The doors opened and I felt a body close to mine. I turned around and realized he was getting off too. His long bowed legs carrying him way faster than I. I followed. Down the platform. Out of the station. Onto the street. I followed him for two blocks before I shook my head and laughed wondering, “What the hell are u doing?” I stopped and proceeded to the restaurant where I was to meet a friend for drinks.

*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.

~Spiked Heel Edition~

If you've followed this blog, I'm sure you're aware, by now, my disgust with humans, ESPECIALLY "men" who push ahead of women to get a seat on the train.


I stepped off of the local train onto the platform. With my curly faux hawk, hollywood Mocha shades, 5in spiked heels, cropped, black, wool jacket and hot pink "Michelle Obama type" dress, I was NOT to be messed with.

My face remained stoic but in my head I smiled as the masses parted to let me walk through.

The train arrived quickly and I noticed a short Hispanic man to my left inching in front of me. I rolled my eyes in disgust as I saw all the women and children he was snaking his way in front of.

I extended my elbow and stepped in front of him as I allowed the people to exit the train and the women and children to go ahead. He seemed perturbed and tried to push past me. I extended my foot.

I walked onto the train and he rushed past me to sit. I sat beside him crossing my legs and stabbing him in the leg with my heel. An older woman stood in front of us. I kicked the man beside me as I stood asking her if she'd like to sit. I noticed he had turned his head in the opposite direction. She smiled sweetly and assured me that she was fine and I should rest my feet with the tall heels I wore. She proceeded to praise me and tell me of how she once wore heels that high, but on more. I smiled as I turned my music up.

I returned to my seat, kicking the man yet again.

He turned to look at me, I raised an eyebrow looking over my glasses into his eyes, daring him to say something to me.

He turned away.

Punk bitch.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA

SUBWAY SERIES ~The Angry "Others"

I stood on the platform in my large bubble coat, tapered @ the waist, my wild, curly hair peeking out from underneath my hood. I was completely oblivious to my surroundings, as is always the case when I'm lost in my music.


Bach's "Toccata und Fugue in D minor" played violently in my ears as I imagined a black and white scary movie with vampires and capes.

I was staring straight ahead barely noticing the couple walking towards me. I only became aware of them when I observed the girl (other) snatch the hand of her man (black). I raised a brow and smirked. I was not concerned about them but she seemed to NEED to make me see that she had this prized procession (a black man). She stopped not far from me directly in my line of vision.

Now, let's be clear, I'm pretty open to people dating whomever they are attracted to, but these "others", that think they are somehow better than me, annoy me.

The train was delayed and the platform grew increasingly more crowded.

My attention was back to my music and daydreaming.

I was distracted by her again as she tugged at his arm while trying to plant kisses all the while sneaking glances at me every few seconds.

He seemed annoyed and looked as if he wanted to swat her like a fly.

I'm thinking, "Doll, your man is ugly and a little on the fat side. Chile please, I'm NOT checkin' for him" lmao.

Finally the train arrives and she's forgotten until she tries to push past me onto the train. I stick my elbow out and look her up and down, daring her. Her man pushes her to the side and allows me to step onto the train. I smile a tight smile and say, “Thanks” as I walk past them.

I’m only riding for a few stops so I don’t sit. I stand by the door. I see the not so attractive boyfriend staring at me thru the reflection in the window. *Eyebrow raise* She (the girlfriend) seems to have an attitude now. The wicked little trouble maker in me takes over. I turn to face them. I look into his eyes, smile softly, and then turn away bashfully. I look down at my phone, press a few buttons and smile brilliantly as I look back up at him. He’s staring and cannot turn away. My stop is approaching and I hold his gaze for a few seconds, blink, and then turn to face the door. I chuckle to myself as I see his reflection still staring while the girlfriend tries frantically to get his attention.

The doors open and I walk out not before looking over my shoulder and winking. Lmao! The doors close and I wave to the girlfriend. She turns red as the train pulls away.



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA

Subway Series ~Dreaded Joker Edition ~

 I stepped onto the crowded train. I’d had a long day and was looking forward to getting home and having my glass of red wine while going through the mail. Ledisi sang in my ears as I watched a woman have a conversation with her man while staring at me. Smh. 
I continued to watch the woman, who seemed to be having an in depth convo with her man, stare at me…and then I noticed...he kept looking over at me..I’m wondering if I’ve wiped off one of my eyebrows. I subconsciously look at my reflection in the window. I roll my eyes and avert my gaze thinking, “Fuckin’ weirdos”.  
I reach my transfer stop and scurry off of the express train to the waiting local. Sandwiched between two smelly men, I’m happy my train ride will be short. I look to my left and, over the sea of faces; I see the top of the head of a dread. Trying to see his face I’m ducking between people, tip toeing and staring. The guy next to him, who is obstructing my view, smiles. I roll my eyes and continue to try to see the man’s face. I frown thinking, “Of all the days for my x-ray vision NOT to work” lol 

I arrive at my stop and try to sneak another look and realize that he is getting off too. I push past the people in front of me trying to get closer. There is one person between us as I look him up and down from the back. His dreads are neatly braided going back and they reach his waist. He is about 6’2” with broad shoulders and slightly bowed legs. I imagine what that back would look like outside of his clothes.  He apparel leads me to believe he is a laborer or he’s coming from the gym. I watch as he walks, with a slight bop, down the stairs and leaves through the other side of the train station. I shake my head as if the erase the images that just flashed through my mind of us intertwined. I’m tempted to follow him. (I still haven’t seen his face) I decide it would be a better idea to go home and use the bathroom before I pee on myself.

The next day, my mind is elsewhere as I listen to my tunes and walk onto the train. A slow smile crosses my face as I spot a familiar head of braided dreads to my left. I take a seat and try to sneak a peek without being obvious. He was handsome. He resembled a lighter skin toned, younger Busta Rhymes. I noticed he was smiling too. I blushed slightly and turned away. I snuck another peek. His eyes were slightly red. He was still smiling. Hmm..I looked away. The train stopped, more people entered. I looked over. He was still smiling. He looked a little creepy. I looked away. I looked back. He was STILL smiling. He looked deranged. Why the hell is he STILL smiling? I averted my eyes and did not look again. Thinking to myself, this is what I get for chasing dreads. 


*ding dong* 
Thank you for riding the MTA

Subway Series ~The Dread Band Edition~

I hate the cold.


If it could be spring in NY all year 'round, I'd love life.

I know what you're thinking...but what about fall fashion...yea yea yea.

It's a lovely 40 something degrees in October. *rolls eyes*

Dressed in dark skinny jeans, natural colored leather knee boots, a cream turtleneck wool sweater, and white vest, ..I throw on shades and look at my hats. I see the perfect floppy hat and grab it.

All that's visible are my full, glossed lips.

Beyonce sings in my ears, "Maybe we reached a mountain peak and there's nowhere left to climb."

I don't have 2 worry about making eye contact because if I tilt my head just that much, everyone is a headless body.

Waiting on the platform I watch the headless bodies walk to and fro. A headless woman's body comes and stands right beside me. I roll my eyes knowing she's a pigment deficient because they are the only ones who have no sense of personal space. I tilt my head back and lift the flap of my hat. I roll my eyes and move a few steps as the train arrives.

I walk onto the train feeling the stares but not caring one bit because with the slightest tilt they all disappear anyway.

I haven't been seated more than 10 minutes before the sleeping Hispanic man to my right is sliding down, head almost resting on my shoulder. I move slightly. He jumps awake and then falls back asleep. I chuckle and go back to texting. Seconds later he's falling again. This time it isn't so amusing. I elbow him in the ribs and he jumps awake. He looks around and sure enough, falls right back to sleep. He's adjusted himself as not to fall onto me again but onto the Hispanic woman to his right, who I assume is his wife or daughter because as he slides down onto her shoulder she continues to read. I realize about five stops later when he jumps and runs off of the train and she continues to read that they were not together at all.

An entire series of events, including a woman with her cranky baby, a man who stands in front of me and is trying terribly to see underneath the hat and practically sits in my lap before I "accidentally* kick him, act as reminders of why I hate the train so much.

Arriving at my stop I push the people out of my way trying to board the train before I exit. As I'm walking I hear steel drums and a sweet melodic beat playing above my music. I remove my headphones and smile as three older, bearded, dreads play their drums and horns. My body sways slightly to the beat as they give me that look that old men give young hot chicks.

I pull a five out of my purse and toss it in their already full collection basket and scurry off, totally forgetting about the awful train ride, smiling, and happy.

See, Subway performers bring light to even the darkest clouds. lol



*ding dong*

Thank you for riding the MTA.