I only have eyes for you.
Sep. 10th, 2003 12:20 pmThis morning on the commute, late as usual, I stumbled up to the train station platform after the bus dropped me off, cursing how high and hot the sun had already gotten and feeling rather vampirish in my distaste for the light. I hid against the railing as best I could, interrupted from my investigation of the broken window on the ledge across from me, when a woman walked right up and stood less than two feet away. Which isn't terribly close in a crowd, but there was no crowd yet. She seemed almost surprised herself at how she close she got, but didn't want to be obvious about slinking away, so she stayed put and just turned with her back to me. For a second I had a vision of us as lovers arguing and she was turning away because of frustration. I flashed back as the boards below me rumbled in anticipation of the train's arrival.
I was the first through the doors and most every seat seemed occupied with one or two folks standing per car, but I scanned anyway. Right in the middle was an aisle seat, next to a slight woman who's head was covered and a couple small bags on the seat next to her. I approached, ready to claim the prized possession, even okay with making room for her bags while I could sit and maybe even doze back off before the workday officially begins. Coming towards me from the opposite side of the train was a man, maybe only ten years older than I but who had a limp and a cane. He was eyeing both me and the seat. I was mentally relenting my conquest, though my body was still lunging forward.
A hand reached up quickly, wrapping its fingers around the strap of my bag, touching my chest and pulling me back. In the first microsecond, I thought it was a physical manifestation of my conscience, saying "don't be an asshole, give him the seat". But I realized it was real, someone was grabbing me, and I look down to see a beautiful redhead grinning at me.
"I caught ya."
Slim came to work for us almost exactly a year ago and I was immediately smitten, by her style, her affectation, her love of NYC (her adopted hometown), her intelligence, and sure, her physical beauty. She's arrogant and pretentious and self-involved, which can be a strange turn-on in small doses, especially when I'm not really invested in how she thinks of me. Which I'm not. I mean, no more so than an average co-worker or friend, versus a crush. More often than not these days, she gets on my nerves, mostly because the majority of our interactions are work-related and not socializing.
But today on the train we chatted about new apartments and co-habitating with people. She made a comment about me seeming to have an endless capacity for understanding and patience, which seemed odd because it's somewhat true, but how would she know that? Perhaps she's not as self-involved as I initially perceived. She said she has complete forgiveness of her friends and never holds grudges or gets upset easily with them, but not with people she dates. I told her that's because she dates people she wouldn't be friends with. She said that's true. She claims she doesn't know why she only seems attracted to men that are such oil and water with her, personality speaking. I said when she's ready to be in a relationship, she'll find someone compatible, that perhaps this is just a defense mechanism to not be too attached. But, in the meantime, don't worry about it and have fun. "There's no reason to wait for the love of your life to get laid," I quipped as we climbed the subway stairs.
I can still feel the tug of her arm on my bag, the feel of her knuckles pressing into me, then pulling me down towards her while she grins mischievously. It was an unexpectedly intimate gesture that maybe even made me blush. I like these moments, these split-seconds of connection. You can't plan or expect them, only savor them as they pass away.
I was the first through the doors and most every seat seemed occupied with one or two folks standing per car, but I scanned anyway. Right in the middle was an aisle seat, next to a slight woman who's head was covered and a couple small bags on the seat next to her. I approached, ready to claim the prized possession, even okay with making room for her bags while I could sit and maybe even doze back off before the workday officially begins. Coming towards me from the opposite side of the train was a man, maybe only ten years older than I but who had a limp and a cane. He was eyeing both me and the seat. I was mentally relenting my conquest, though my body was still lunging forward.
A hand reached up quickly, wrapping its fingers around the strap of my bag, touching my chest and pulling me back. In the first microsecond, I thought it was a physical manifestation of my conscience, saying "don't be an asshole, give him the seat". But I realized it was real, someone was grabbing me, and I look down to see a beautiful redhead grinning at me.
"I caught ya."
Slim came to work for us almost exactly a year ago and I was immediately smitten, by her style, her affectation, her love of NYC (her adopted hometown), her intelligence, and sure, her physical beauty. She's arrogant and pretentious and self-involved, which can be a strange turn-on in small doses, especially when I'm not really invested in how she thinks of me. Which I'm not. I mean, no more so than an average co-worker or friend, versus a crush. More often than not these days, she gets on my nerves, mostly because the majority of our interactions are work-related and not socializing.
But today on the train we chatted about new apartments and co-habitating with people. She made a comment about me seeming to have an endless capacity for understanding and patience, which seemed odd because it's somewhat true, but how would she know that? Perhaps she's not as self-involved as I initially perceived. She said she has complete forgiveness of her friends and never holds grudges or gets upset easily with them, but not with people she dates. I told her that's because she dates people she wouldn't be friends with. She said that's true. She claims she doesn't know why she only seems attracted to men that are such oil and water with her, personality speaking. I said when she's ready to be in a relationship, she'll find someone compatible, that perhaps this is just a defense mechanism to not be too attached. But, in the meantime, don't worry about it and have fun. "There's no reason to wait for the love of your life to get laid," I quipped as we climbed the subway stairs.
I can still feel the tug of her arm on my bag, the feel of her knuckles pressing into me, then pulling me down towards her while she grins mischievously. It was an unexpectedly intimate gesture that maybe even made me blush. I like these moments, these split-seconds of connection. You can't plan or expect them, only savor them as they pass away.