by MeddyH Commuting.
I’d say when I’m not balls deep in “This American Life” or one of the million books I start but rarely finish, I am primarily people watching – MAN watching to be exact. Call me shallow but I’d say my train car of choice is heavily influenced by how many attractive men are riding in it. There is a strict “look but don’t speak” policy on the subway therefore, picking someone up while commuting…
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I met a local girl online and then saw her on the B62 bus, so I sat down beside her. She was on the phone so I couldn’t use any smooth lines, but she knew who it was. As impossible as it seems to hook up in the context of mass transit, don’t give up, because that girl is my wife now.
That is an amazing story! Congrats!
I agree @ Brooklyn Imbecile. I met my husband on the train – the Q train to be exact. Be open b/c you just never know who you will meet (creepy or not! 😉