Subway Encounters - The Mystery Hottie on the Subway - part deux

I saw him again! The random subway hottie! ( For those of you who don't know who that is, refer to my "Subway Encounters part un")

So, I'm sitting on the subway, heading to work on a Friday night, as usual, and lookin' all cute, when I look up and see him walking past the window by which I'm sitting. We spot each other at the same time and I could see, clearly, that his pupils became dilated which is a good sign. My pupils certainly did! My eyes could feast on him all day long, in fact. He was dressed way cuter this time; Plaid shorts, Cute black old school Reeboks. Some plain shirt that hugged his bodacious bod so well.

Seeing him made my heart skip a beat simply because of his dashing looks and my being caught completely off guard. I thought to myself how exciting it was. Here I am writing about this while he's probably off somewhere playing soccer. I guess I'm a little creep, but I'm okay with that. I like creepiness.

Why, oh, why is our timing so bad? We smiled and looked at each other as the subway took off with me in it. He, standing in front of the window, waved at me until I was out of sight. I watched with puppy eyes.

Hunters and Women

HUNTERS AND WOMEN Part un
"The Subway Cop"




I met a cop on the subway. He was kinda cute. I was sitting all by my onesies, writing up a storm in my comp book, waiting for the subway to move. A cop walks in, and by cop, I mean subway cop and I'm not sure how that works. Anyway, he, while all was silent in the cabin, approached me and asked my name, told me I'm pretty and cute and that he has been wanting to talk to me for sometime now. By the way, I ride the redline subway every Saturday to go to work at a night club Downtown so this guy probably saw me every week and finally mustered up the courage to talk to me. He asked for my number. Something I didn't want to give, but how can I reject a puffy chested, pretending to be confident, subway cop in front of the entire cabin of people who were all watching and or listening? I didn't have the heart to reject and embarrass him like that so I gave him the digits.
A few days later he sent me a text that read: Hi.
I replied: Hi. Who is this?
His answer: The cop. (Awkward, right?)
The following day he sent me another: What are you doing?
I replied: Eating lunch.
He then wrote: When do you work?
My response: every Saturday
His response: So when can I see you?
I replied: Um, I don't know how to answer that.
Cop: Why?
Me: I don't know, too much pressure I guess... I think you're supposed to assume the male role instead of putting the ball in my court like that.
Cop: I thought we lived in the year 2009 not 1809
ME: Yes but you 're the one who asked me for my number. You're the one text initiating. Asking me when you can see me is bestowing a burden upon me; I now have to tell you when and where you can see me. Men should be hunters and I stand by that.

He didn't respond. I don't really know why that annoyed me. I mean I am totally OK with the idea of women approaching guys I guess, but there's something way hotter about doing it the old school way. I am certain that most women want their men to be hunters! And I know it's hard for men; they say they like when girls approach them because it's so much easier. But doesn't that, on a subconscious level, cause emasculation in said men? If women weren't such bitches to guys that hit on them, they wouldn't fear approaching awesome, friendly chicks like, oh, say me or my best girl, Caca, for example. I beg you bitches to stop being so mean when rejecting guys!

Mr. Copster is so not a hunter. OK, buddy, you had the balls to ask for my number in front of a massive group of nosy people, but you don't have the balls to call me? You don't have the balls to directly ask me out? Now it's my turn to chase you? Something about this guy screams baby dick. And what's this "The cop" crap!? The cop?! Are you kidding me? I am not even sure he qualifies as one. Furthermore, I find something wrong with the way he phrased that. He could have said that he's the cop that met me at the RedLine the other day. Like he's thee cop? What if I'm a cop junkie? How does he know that I don't have other "cops" texticating me from random numbers throughout the day?
Hunters are hot. They have the edge. I will hunt, too, believe me, but I need my man to be a man, thanks. I'll have my man with extra man, please?

Subway Encounters - The Mystery Hottie on the Subway part un

I saw a yummy yummy guy on the subway the other day. He was tall, trim but not too skinny, had dark brown hair, broad shoulders, big hands, a beautiful smile and had obviously come from some sort of soccer practice (which is why I'll excuse the soccer shorts and jersey). He was wearing the cutest aqua colored Reebok sneakers and was totally fit but not too buff. He had big brown eyes and a gentle but handsome face. A face I would have loved to sit on. I noticed him because he kept staring at me, which I caught in the corner of my eye. One glimpse at him and I was immediately fine with being stared at. I subtly checked him out(Guys, if you think girls aren't thinking like little perverts when we check you out, think again. Once I do the overall scan, I then imagine him naked and the characteristics of his package. I also look at how he carries himself and, in full detail, imagine what he's like in bed). All mental images of him were hott.

I mustered up the courage to turn my head and look at him, but he caught me. Suddenly, I found myself locked in a mutual gaze with a perfect and handsome stranger for a few intense seconds. Then we broke; both a little shy... Then he continued to stare, not like a creep (even though that would have been fine, too,) but like a cute shy guy copping stares when he thought I wasn't looking.

I continued writing in my composition book, you know, to keep cool and noticed that he was attempting to read my words. So I decided to write this: "The guy sitting next to me is Hot! I'd run my fingers through his gorgeous brown hair and kiss his big brown eyes. Yum." I knew when he was done reading it because his face turned red and a Cheshire cat smile stretched across his face. He continued to stare at me, but with a big, bashful grin until he leaned over and asked my name. He was a little shy... We exchanged very few words.

The subway arrived at my destination, 7th and Metro, so I had to go. I stood up and said bye, and then as I walked toward the door, he asked for my phone number.I didn't have enough time! The subway would have left with me still in it so we missed out on the number swap. Damn! I thought the way we met was totally hot and wished that he had asked for the digits sooner. Instead, he waited until the last moment as did I; I should have told him the next stop was mine.

This guy was sooo hot! I mean hot-hot! Like the kind of guy you'd do extra naughty things with but could still take home to mom and dad. The kind of guy that you know could be a hunter and slam you against the wall, pin your arms up, thrust his strong body against yours and kiss you, yet would probably make you homemade soup if you were sick or buy you tampons when your cramps prevent you from getting them yourself. The kind of guy who refuses to climax before you.

I am such a fucking boy junkie, clearly.... Because I want that man so badly and I don't even know him! This guy will always remain a mystery to me... If I happen to see him again, sweet. If not, oh well; I can't miss what I don't know.