I firmly believe I’m going to find the love of my life on Public Transit.
Maybe It will be one of the middle-aged business men, with the knee-length black jacket and matching briefcase. Maybe it will be the thuggish guy, listening to his walkman and obnoxiously singing crass lyrics loud enough for the next train to hear. Oh, I can’t forget the frat boy with the bright red face and smell of liquor or the aloof hippie who goes everywhere on the metro to help the environment.
Whoever it is, he’ll rush right in, milliseconds before “doors closing. bing bing” and he’ll sit behind me. I’ll stare at him through the reflection of the windows. The train will get stuck in one of the tunnels, and we’ll start time-killing chit chat and end up falling in love and having metro-savvy children.
And how do you envision meeting the love(s) of your life?
rick [email] said at 9:55 PM 03-17-2005: I am not sure where or how any such meeting would take place but I am absolutely sure that it will be awkward and I will say something offensive because that is what usually happens anyway.
reggie [email] said at 10:44 PM 03-17-2005: Since I already know who the love of my life is, it's just a matter of figuring out how Ms. Dawson and I will hook up.
angie [email] said at 8:25 AM 03-18-2005: she is quite the fox.. it has to be something quirky, right? Maybe she'll be in DC for some press-related thing? [Cause you know, theres so many in the area] and then she'll be staying in a hotel that you have to stay out because the electricity in your house turned off.
reggie [email] said at 9:00 AM 03-18-2005: Okay are we going for straight-up fantasy or what? If so:
She'll be in town promoting the non-existing Martin Scorsese movie that she's co-starring in. She'll stop by Borders to go CD shopping, she'll ask me for a recommendation, we'll find out that we have a lot of the same tastes. Naturally it will just so happen that in a brilliant, uhm, stroke of marketing genius the Strokes and OutKast go on tour together and the first night of that tour starts in DC that night. Of course I have the best possible tickets and I just so happen to have one extra Rosario says she'll be glad to go 'cuz she hasn't seen Andre 3000 since working with him on The Love Below and it would be cool to just be a fan.
So after the show, and after being introduced to both bands myself, Rosario, Big Boi and a couple of the Strokes go to Wonderland for some boozin and dancin'. Afterwards I bid Big Boi and the Strokes adieu and invite them to my place in the morning for pancakes before they hit the road (of course they say yes.) Meanwhile, ahem, Rosario and I head home determined to have loud enough sex to wake up my roommate and my neighbors.
Just kidding...
I actually hail her a cab, give her my number and invite her for pancakes in the morning as well she says she'd love to and she'll call me in the morning.
brad [email] said at 1:47 PM 03-18-2005: I'll be waiting in line at 7-11, during a late night hunger pang, and she'll be standing in front of me. I'll notice that she's holding a Stouffer's macaroni and cheese dinner, the same thing I'm purchasing. I'll say to her, "You know, I almost didn't buy this, because they're actually pretty bad for you, and I don't always feel so good the next morning. But it tastes so good, I couldn't resist. And look at you! You've got the same thing! What do you think that means?"
"I don't know," she'll reply, "Probably that you should take me home and do me."
kara [email] said at 4:24 PM 03-18-2005: I think I will probably be in the park, and we will start a conversation about my dog. We will spend the rest of the day wandering around mt vernon and picking up shiny things off of the ground. We'll go back to my house and eat bacon, listen to 78s, and I will make him a present out of all of the things we found.
angie [email] said at 12:03 AM 03-19-2005: most of those shiny things will be crack pipes, for sure? if you dont use those as a present, they'd go good in a little sentimental "THE DAY I MET MY LOVE" box.
reggie [email] said at 9:46 AM 03-19-2005: Kara I had a dream one night that you, me and Ben were hanging around some shady alley in Baltimore picking up random junk for some project that Ben was working on. I don't remember what happened after that though.
carla [email] said at 5:48 PM 03-18-2005: I will work with him and have big crush on him. Then he will get fired and not act interested in me at all. Out of the blue one day he will invite himself over my house because he needs a place to crash and then we end up doing it and are together ever after that...
ben said at 10:38 PM 03-18-2005: i will be dripping with sweat on the dance floor of Dream Nightclub in Washington, DC. I will be flinging my sweat filled hair all over the club like spinning helicopter blades. i will whip it so fast at times that my feet will leave the ground and i'll fly around the club. a circle will eventually form around me as i hold my foot and jump back and forth through my leg over and over and over again. i will do this 176 times in a row without stopping. i'll do it so fast that all you'll see is a blur, except for the slight pause between jumps where you'll get to catch a glimpse of my "ooh, yeah baby, that's how benny pajama legs does it" face. she'll be wearing a form fitted spandex banana suit and have her arms jammed inside of tiny sewed on T-rex arms. She'll rise up from the floor in a smoke filled glass tank at the top of a large set up black stairs while I'm spinning around in the air holding my ankles defying gravity for several minutes. the tank will suddenly shatter, and the club will fill with smoke filled bubbles. everyone will yell "motherfucking banana!" in unison as she climbs down the stairs one sideways moving step at a time like bugs bunny does when he descends stairs.
and then josh will call me, and i'll realize that i'm supposed to have left to meet up with people and really shouldn't continue typing this...
