He Looked Up At Me

I was on the 4/5 this morning. It is a beautiful Fall day and the holidays are near. I could not for the life of me get a seat today. I typically do not care... that is a lie, I do care. I want the men to stand up immediately when a woman, pregnant or not, gets up and gives me their seat. DAMN! Be a gentleman... and get up, you see my heals. So today was one of those days. I managed to squeeze in after watching the first train run out of the station, mind you the first was empty. As I peak down the tunnel watching the bright light come near... I get excited.

The bright light is not God girl... relax! Either way, it is that slight anticipation: is that older woman going to jump in front of my spot on the platform? Will I be wrong about where my feet should be in order to get gon first? Maybe I should move up a little. So the 5 stops and I move back to "LET THEM OFF FIRST" and squeeze my way by the young teen who apparently tattooed her name by the door and the tall man whose music is too loud to hear me faintly say excuse me and allow the nice couple to move in because they want to stand by each other.

I end up in front of a curly haired black man. He is good looking, glasses, taffeta colored coat with his iPod touch in left hand. He looks up at me and around to get his surroundings. The train moves. We get to Atlantic and not too many people come in, but that spot by the other door looks so close... and yet... so far! The old woman got it! DAMN! Why didn't I go to the right as oppose to the left like I thought. MENTAL NOTE: always follow your instincts. I digress.

Nevins approaches and I bend my left leg, as the balls of my feet are already hurting me. I accidentally rub against his. I said excuse me, but it was that "excuse me" that you more say to yourself than the person intended. He didn't hear. I did it again, as Borough Hall approaches. At this point, I think, "Self, is he interested?" Now this gentleman is no more interested than any other dude, but my mind was idle and like so many other times before, that is where I went... LOL! Yada Yada Yada... He mouths to me, "Do you want to sit?" As in saying, "Miss... don't hit my knee again, I am not getting up for your fool ass until I am good and ready"... too bad Bowling Green is my stop too.