Who's up for some cocktails in the sky?



The cutest thing happened today. I went downtown to offer myself an antecipated birthday present - the red faux leather jacket! *sigh* -, and when I entered the subway train to come back home, the thing was packed.
So I leaned against one of the seats near the door - you know, those that fold in so they make room for people standing up? - next to this other girl and an old lady, then some beauuuuuuuutiful guy walked in and first thing I noticed... he had model lips. Oh yes. So beauuuuuuuutiful walked in, stood there for a while gripping that ceiling thing, and the journey went on.
Next station, old lady walks out and I look up to check on something - which totally WASN'T the beauuuuuuuutiful guy -, but he was staring at me. Not one to make eye contact with someone who's standing at an arm's distance, I look down and pretend it never happened. But I just KNOW he's still staring, right from my Maeves up my yellow trench to my face, I KNOW it.
Next station, other girl walks out and after much deliberation, beauuuuuuuutiful guy changes spot to take her place, right next to me. As in, at a finger's distance. I see a woman smile in my direction and I smile back at her, just thinking to myself "no, woman, we're not together, fuhgettaboutit". In the meantime, beauuuuuuuutiful guy just keeps shifting his weight from leg to leg like a nervous wreck.
Next station, more people walk out and he unfolds his seat, sits down. I don't. He looks up as if my decision is completely unbelievable - it is, looking back -, but still says nothing.
I seriously consider saying something, but... next station.
And he gets up and walks out.
I feel disappointed for a moment there, but shrug it off and change spot to lean against the wall in front of me, much more comfortable than just a foldable seat. Don't ask me why I didn't sit, I don't know. I just leaned against the wall and looked out at the window.
About two stations later, my turn to walk out, and I prop myself up, gripping the wall thingy not to fall with the abrupt stop.
Guess who's also gripping the wall thingy.
He looks at me and then at the spot where I'd been before, I'm sure I can see him smile.
Then I walk out, and he walks out, for real this time, and we take opposite paths in the station.
I look back to check if, by some fancy, silver screen worthy coincidence, he's looking back too.
And he really is.

I'm not sure life can get any better than this. *sigh*



The cutest thing happened today. I went downtown to offer myself an antecipated birthday present - the red faux leather jacket! *sigh* -, and when I entered the subway train to come back home, the thing was packed.
So I leaned against one of the seats near the door - you know, those that fold in so they make room for people standing up? - next to this other girl and an old lady, then some beauuuuuuuutiful guy walked in and first thing I noticed... he had model lips. Oh yes. So beauuuuuuuutiful walked in, stood there for a while gripping that ceiling thing, and the journey went on.
Next station, old lady walks out and I look up to check on something - which totally WASN'T the beauuuuuuuutiful guy -, but he was staring at me. Not one to make eye contact with someone who's standing at an arm's distance, I look down and pretend it never happened. But I just KNOW he's still staring, right from my Maeves up my yellow trench to my face, I KNOW it.
Next station, other girl walks out and after much deliberation, beauuuuuuuutiful guy changes spot to take her place, right next to me. As in, at a finger's distance. I see a woman smile in my direction and I smile back at her, just thinking to myself "no, woman, we're not together, fuhgettaboutit". In the meantime, beauuuuuuuutiful guy just keeps shifting his weight from leg to leg like a nervous wreck.
Next station, more people walk out and he unfolds his seat, sits down. I don't. He looks up as if my decision is completely unbelievable - it is, looking back -, but still says nothing.
I seriously consider saying something, but... next station.
And he gets up and walks out.
I feel disappointed for a moment there, but shrug it off and change spot to lean against the wall in front of me, much more comfortable than just a foldable seat. Don't ask me why I didn't sit, I don't know. I just leaned against the wall and looked out at the window.
About two stations later, my turn to walk out, and I prop myself up, gripping the wall thingy not to fall with the abrupt stop.
Guess who's also gripping the wall thingy.
He looks at me and then at the spot where I'd been before, I'm sure I can see him smile.
Then I walk out, and he walks out, for real this time, and we take opposite paths in the station.
I look back to check if, by some fancy, silver screen worthy coincidence, he's looking back too.
And he really is.

I'm not sure life can get any better than this. *sigh*
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