Just call me Cupid
Perhaps the imminence of Valentine’s Day is causing people to act a bit more amorously lately: I’ve witnessed yet another attempt at finding love on the subway.
For the record, I don’t purposely watch people voyeuristically or eavesdrop on conversations but on this fateful day, I had happened to forget to charge my iPod. So, seeking some other form of entertainment, I decided to take in my surroundings.
We had just stopped at, I believe, King Station, and a group of passengers came onto the subway. One rather attractive lady sat behind me, beside a not-so-attractive man who had his arm stretched over the back of her seat and declined to move it when she sat down. As we started moving, he barked:
“Still snowing?” Literally, barked. I think the woman was a bit taken off guard but she simply nodded.
“Cold?” He barked again. Seriously, this guy was smooth.
Anyway their conversation went on like this for a while. If I angled my head and pretended to look out the window, I could see what was going on pretty well. However, I stopped listening to their banter (more like interrogation) for a split second and when I looked back the woman had a completely offended look on her face. She extended her left hand, clearly ringed, and deadpanned, “I’m engaged.” Then she got up and moved to another seat. Burn.
I know what you’re thinking. This story wasn’t that great. But the best part came when we got to Finch. I wanted to get a better look at our rejected friend so as everyone got off the subway, my eyes followed him out the doors, past the stairs, and right back onto the next southbound subway. Better luck next time, I guess.
Tags: dating, how not to pick up a girl, love, rejection, subway, Valentine's Day
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