She Thinks / He Thinks
 

A woman observes a man waiting at the Park Street T (subway) station. They both just missed the last train. They are alone on the platform separated by the tracks.
She has her hair pulled back. There's an expensive scarf around her neck, a blouse from Filene's and jeans from Urban Outfitters. The fashionable coat she is wearing is from a thrift store and she would be so mortified if anyone fished that out of her.
He wears a blue Red Sox cap that is almost required Boston headgear. A black Polo shirt, a blue parka with the brand name 'Sean John' on it and Kirkland Signature jeans.

Woman:
(thinking to herself) Wow, oh my. He's a total babe. He's got one of those jawlines that's so sharp it could cut you. Unshaved, but that's just fine. Probably forgot. Or even better, just didn't care. He's got those kind of piercing blue eyes that command a girl's attention. He's got mine. Oh, man. Black hair. Jet black. I wonder why they call it jet black. Jet's aren't black, are they? Baby. When you get that adrenaline rush and there ain't no rollercoasters about, you know it's meant to be. Winter. Winters suck. How's a decent girl supposed to get a good look at what you got if it's all covered up? Mm mmm. I got to tell Denise about this one. If she were here, we'd be rating him right about now. Definite 8 and a half. Oops. He just looked at me. Okay... 9. How can he see with eyelashes so long. Man oh man, men! They get all the breaks. I had to buy these. He must be a construction worker or something. He's got those big hands. Dirty finger nails, hm, a girl could fix that... Maybe he's a fag. Maybe. I don't know though, fags'll look at a girl's shoes before looking a chick in the eye. No, he's not a gay. Made that mistake before. I wonder how Michael's doing. I'm glad I'm on the center platform, we both can get in the same train this way. I love these enter on both sides stations... I'll talk to him. Yeah, right. Maybe there will be only one seat left and he'll tell me to take it. I'll take it and tell him, 'Thank you. How nice of you.' or maybe just, 'Thanks. How kind.' No 'kind' sounds like I'm his grandmother or something. Eww, there's a mouse near the track. Gross. I could even get off where he gets off. And then we can get off together. What am I talking about? Okay. Here comes the train. I'll talk to him. Go for it, baby!

Man:
(thinking to himself) She's a real pretty, pretty princess. I'm going to talk to her. Maybe she'll come home with me and I'll show her my big bag of dead squirrels. I hope she likes dead squirrels like I do. Dead squirrels. Squeaka squeaka no more, Fluffy!

The man and woman do get on the train. She smiles at him. He smiles back.

In a truth is stranger than fiction moment, I was recently invited to view a collection of dead squirrels all bagged up in a deep freezer. When I learned that all the tails were missing, I declined but my son said "That was cool!"

That is cool! :D

Ew:eek:

If you are ever in the area you can visit the squirrels yourself. Ask Brian (age 10) to show them to you. Apparently he hunts the squirrels with his air rifle (cuz the .22 makes too big of a hole in them). He sells the tails online to someone. He saves the rest of the squirrel to cut up for bait to use fishing for some some local type of fish (I forget the name). He does not like the fish either but he can sell them at the market to buy candy and stuff. You can recognize him from the large scar by his left eye. Be sure to ask about he he got that....

I'd love to see Alaska. On horseback, too. Sounds fun! :)

ACK, Moonliner!!!

GC, that's some amazing writing there... I LOVE IT!

Or...

Man:
(thinking to himself) She's hot. I wonder if she'll give me a BJ?

You must spread some Mojo around before giving it to Gemini Cricket again.