You know being a native southerner I have never really used public transit before. If you needed to go somewhere you hopped your in the car. But now if I want to go anywhere it's a train, cab or walk for me. At first I was petrified! Riding in the car to work was my "me time" my zen moment. I was in fear that I would never have that again. Yet strangely enough I find that riding the train is kind of calming (mind you I say the train not the subway). It gives me time to enjoy the scenery and reflect on life (if I'm sitting facing the right direction), but mostly it indulges my guilty pleasure. What is that you might ask? Well people watching of course (insert evil laugh). This disclosure gives me the urge to share one of my people watching experiences. It's was a Friday night and I was on my way to meet the hubby in the city for dinner with some friends. As I board the train I realize every car is full except for, and to my surprise, I find an empty four seat pod. Little did I realize it was empty for a reason. There was a group of four guys who obviously were enjoying Friday night a little too much and trying to hit on a group of three teenage girls seated diagonally from me (perfect people watching position). The only one of the guys to have the guts to strike up a convo with the girls appeared to be a DJ Pauly Jersey Shore wanna be. Except for, might I add, DJ Pauly dresses slightly better. As I listened to this sinking ship I couldn't help but fear for future women everywhere. I mean is this the kind of men the world is creating? He opened with "hey dolls my name is Mcnasty." I mean seriously what kind of name is that. So to myself I think "dude get a new nickname and you could have used your real name." Then he uttered what I suppose was his hook line and sinker ... "so what's your sign? I'm an Aquarius." I wanted to stop him right there in defense of Aquarians everywhere (I'm a pieces, but I know a pretty amazing aquarius)! But I contained myself. I mean he was in his mid-twenties being a gangsta wanna be with his underwear flashing trying to pick up what looked like barely legal very nicely dressed and mannered young ladies. Of course they giggled and paid him attention, but I wanted to stop them all right there and give them a little bit of advice. Don't worry I didn't interrupt McNasty's game spinning, however I will state my advice here. 1) Get a new nickname or here's a thought how bout using your real name. 2) Dude you are old enough to know better. Grow up. 3) Barely-legal Ladies and McNasty let me tell you how this ends. Girls may date the bad boys heck they might even develop feelings for them but the bad boys never win. You want to know who wins the guy that calls you to see if you made it home safely. The one who gives you his real name and doesn't flash you his underwear as a fashion statement. The one who wins is the one you can call your best friend. I don't envy those who are still dating to be honest I think it's much more fun to spend every day with your best friend. And as I was staring at this desperate attempt for a hook up I was pleasantly reminded that I married my best friend and I will never have to endure a scene like this myself again. But that doesn't keep me from watching for entertainment ;-)
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