Express* what you've got, oh baby, ready or not

When: this morning, half an hour after I was supposed to have been at work (9:30)
Where: Uptown 4 train between Union Square and Grand Central
You: Blonde dude in a red t-shirt and jeans. Your outfit - definitely a look that said "I am either unemployed, or work in the tech industry" - was rather nondescript, actually, but for the AMAZING HAT you were wearing. You looked like a member of the Buena Vista Social Club...but cute. And not old. Or Cuban.
Me: Flustered-looking girl in a brown dress that could have been a costume on Charlie's Angels, listening to "Jordan, Jesse, GO" on my iPod and chuckling occasionally between stealing glances at you. I'm glad I was late today.

UPDATE, 5:52pm:

I've gotten one response to this ad today, and it appears to be someone trying to promote YET ANOTHER missed connections-type site: Missed Kisses. I have several problems with this site, but honestly, the biggest one is the use of Comic Sans, which to me always makes a website look like an 8th grade class project from 1997.

*For non-New York readership: the 4 train is an express train, particularly useful on this fine morning, since I was running late.

Because we (obviously) need ANOTHER internet addiction...

Through a tip from a friend I met on another addictive internet site, I give you this:

ny.subwaycrush.com

Not as time-sucking as the regular Craigslist MC's, but still good to know it exists.

Making Connections out of Missed Connections

I found these 2 posts today and I wanted to (virtually) wave my hands, point and shout "Over there - look over there!"

May 21- Emily from NYU - m4w- (Williamsburg)
It was nice talking...

May 21 - Frankie on the L, Morgan Stop - w4m
maybe you can find me and we can talk some more? I was supposed to get off at Lorimer, but I didn't want to get up. The superheroes were not so happy.
- emily

These have to be a match right? I mean perhaps there were 2 MC's today on the L train with someone named Emily OR maybe Emily goes around chatting up every cute hipster East of 1st Avenue, but I have faith people! Maybe this makes me a hopeless romantic OR maybe this makes me a creepy stalker who spends too much time online trying to decode Craigslist. My guess is it's somewhere in between the 2.

Variations on a Theme

So maybe it's the crispness of the Fall starting to seep in through the gutters, or maybe I have felt extra frisky, but this has been a busy week for me and the MC's....

14th St/8th Ave Station- Tuesday morning- 9:20 am- black jeans and brown hair - w4m- 25

you: tall and slender with a black t-shirt and black jeans walking from the L to the A
me: girl with green galoshes and a huge bag

I was checking you out all the way from the L to the uptown A. It was the only time I wished for a longer walk between trains. I sped up to meet your quick pace but inadvertently passed you too far. I looked back and you had taken a seat on the bench. I walked back towards you thinking perhaps I could lure you with my sexy "waiting for the train casually" stance, but then I saw Bennett and was completely distracted. I ran over to say hello to her and when we hugged, I looked down at you and we finally locked eyes. I would have loved to chat, but a girl cannot deny her bff in a chance subway encounter. Hopefully you'll be taking this route again soon and if you do, look for the blonde scouring for her future man.

Terminal 5 - 9 pm - Wednesday night- a total cutie with a beanie (and maybe a tie-dye shirt)- w4m - 25

you: cutie with long brown hair and a beanie at the Shins concert
me: blonde with black top, jeans and a plethora of headbands

You were obviously thrilled to be at this concert and you quietly mouthed the words to every song. It was pretty adorable. Your smile was contagious and I would have crept up closer, but you were with another girl (maybe your gf...hopefully your sister) I was with another guy, but just a friend! Maybe it was all the pot in the air, but something about you was working for me. After it was all over, we were corraled into a tight corridor and I tried to catch your eye. We locked eyes for a moment, but the next thing I knew I was shoved into the t-shirt booth and you were gone. Maybe we could meet at my place to listen to some tunes...or at least hit up another concert.

2nd Ave and 9th Street- Thursday night- 11:45 PM - a semi-crazy on the town- w4m- 25

you: the semi-crazy/possible homeless guy who dances with his belly exposed usually in front of "Love saves the Day" or "Pommes frites"
me: the semi-intoxicated blonde with new fall boots, cropped jacket and a sassy strut

I had just said goodbye to a friend when I turned onto 9th Street. You looked me up and down and immediately said "Oh my fuckin god, you are so beautiful." As I passed I laughed and then turned back to say, "Thanks....nice." I don't know what to make of this but I definitely think it was the best street come-on I've heard in a while. We may not have a future together, but that line was the perfect ending to a perfect night.

the waiting is the hardest part: a scene

[it is 3:15am in a New York City subway stop. a GIRL enters the deserted platform. the sign indicating the ETA of the next train reads 37 minutes. a BOY enters the platform. he looks at the sign, glances about, barrels up the stairs, then back down.]
BOY: Is that for real? Is it? Is that FOR REAL?
GIRL: I doubt it.
BOY: [with the nervous energy of a squirrel hoarding his nuts] I’m brand new! I don’t know what to do! Is that FOR REAL? Seriously? That’s when the train is coming?
GIRL: Well, one time it said the next train was in, like, 20 minutes, and it was actually only about 4. So maybe we should give it some time.
BOY: What do I do? What do I do? I’m new! I’ve only been here two weeks!
GIRL: Where are you going?
BOY: Greenpoint.
GIRL: Well, you can wait, or you can get a car. That’s pretty much it.
[they stand awkwardly for about 2 minutes.]
BOY: I’m going to make a phone call. That train comes, you yell. You just yell as loud as you can.
GIRL: I will.
[the GIRL waits another two minutes, then exits the platform and joins the BOY on the street]
BOY: You giving up?
GIRL: Yeah, I’m not going far. Are you cool to get where you’re going?
BOY: My friend called me a car. Maybe we could share?
GIRL: Well, we are going the same way.
BOY: Well, actually, no, see, my friend, she’s paying for it, and…
GIRL: Oh, this is mine. Good luck.
[they shake hands.]

He was mildly cute, but seemed like he may have had a drug problem.

to the boy with the mama and baby elephant tattoo who commiserated with me at the montrose stop about the length of time the train was taking until we both gave up and took cars - i hope you made it home safely. it's not always that crazy.