subway diaries, chapter 1
for all gothamites, the subway is a way of life. this is the first of a series of my thoughts on this modus transportare publico. i'm fluent in faux latin. be impressed.
i've come to believe that the ultimate romantic gesture in this fine city of mine is watching a man offer up his seat on the subway.
any punked out/gangsta/just plain ugly/scary looking/fill in the blank type guy automatically becomes better looking, sensitive, sweet, thoughtful, and gentlemanly once i see him stand to give an elderly woman a place to sit on the train.
it makes me swoon. for the rest of my ride i fantasize about a mini relationship between me and the knight in shining armor who came to the rescue of someone who needed to rest their tired feet.
sometimes it really is the little things...