She Thinks / He Thinks

Gemini Cricket · 02-17-2006, 08:09 AM

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.

02-17-2006, 08:09 AM	#1
Gemini Cricket ... Join Date: Jan 2005 Posts: 13,244	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.
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