Vendor of Courage

It had been about 3 months that she started an entirely new job in an entirely new atmosphere. Lucky for this young lady, her charm and social skills are what made her the perfect candidate for the position. Only downfall is that it was a desk job and she grew very tired of monotony quickly. Every morning, swipe in the building, make very small talk with the security guard, wait a grueling 5 minutes to get to her floor because she always got stuck on the local elevator, pretend she was on her phone, and finally plop her many bags on her desk and start her day of work with a sigh.
She tried to make it a new habit to speak to different people everyday and try to get her morning coffee and snack at different times to avoid the routine. Her first days there however, she was completely caught for a loop. The most gorgeous man she had seen stepped off the elevator on her floor and walked into the office next to hers. This social butterfly making conversations with the coffee cup in her hand and the elevator doors as they closed, was speechless.
It had been a trend added to her routine; bump into him on the elevator, smile and go into her office talking to her coworker about their latest interaction. This had eventually become a part of her daily schedule that she looked forward to instead of fearing.
As time passed they would get in a "Hello" beyond the casual smile. One day, however, she was caught off guard.
She grabbed some change for the snack machine in the employee break room. She pondered which beverage to get, the all to stylish Diet Coke or the ever so sweet Snapple Fruit Punch. She opted for the latter and deposited her dollar into the machine. But to her surprise the machine ate her dollar but kept her 50 cents. " Shit!" She said as she pounded at the machine and ran to her office to grab another dollar. She grabbed her wallet and ran back to the vending machine to find the mystery guy about to put a dollar into the same machine and get a drink. "Hey, wait!" She yelled,startling him. "That's my money in there!" He put his hands up and stepped back and smiled and said "Sorry." "It's okay. The fricking machine ate my dollar so don't put any in. " He pushed the change button and all of her coins came to the bottom of the machine. He picked them up and gave them to her as they locked eyes bash fully. " I almost got a free drink." He coyly replied as she grabbed the change and tried again to crave her thirst. She retrieved her Snapple, and said "Almost!" As she shook the bottle at him and went back to her office. Completely sweaty and red and short of breath, she plopped in her chair and stared at the ceiling. "What happened to you?" Her coworker asked with concern. " I talked to him... And now I can't breathe."
"Oh wow, you're nuts." Her coworker replied as she swung her chair to continue working. The young lady completely excited and exhausted from her encounter had to share her news with someone enthusiastic and instantly called her best friend. "You'll never believe what happened to me. I'm gonna die." She started as she headed out the office to the elevator.
Had she chosen that was the beginning of a chance at love.

Fouled Out

She had been attending her son's soccer practices for about a year; no doubt the apple of any single fathers eye. She was tall, exotic and beautiful, but best of all...single. Every Saturday she would cheer her son on at practice and never missed a game. To any 11 year old on the brink of puberty, it was probably a bit annoying, but nevertheless an event she looked forward to all week.

It hadn't dawned on her until one day that her son had a new coach. Maybe it was because she was distracted by the admiration of her son's soccer skills or maybe it was because he blended right in with his students. A young man, by all senses of the word, but an old soul living within it. This young man made it a goal of his to speak to the beautiful mother only to throw his heart on the line. She was 40 years old and he was at the mere age of 17.

The thought never crossed her mind and probably to this day has never surfaced, but she admired the teen's ambition and courage. He got her phone number from the parent's contact list of his students and out of the blue texted her, with enthusiasm behind his words. With much surprise and haste she quickly tried to remind the boy of their age difference and that it was inappropriate. He understood but didn't let that be the end. He texted her from time to time, complimenting the way she looked at practice or the one time she made her laugh by writing, "I'm almost 18..." as if to re-spark any hope he had for them as a couple.

Sure to lots of outsiders looking in, this was completely disrespectful and morally wrong, but to others who understand the feeling of a first love that couldn't happen, this story is but the beginning of a tough rough ahead for the young coach. She never pursued, kept conversations to a short "hello" and "goodbye" on the field and every now and then replied to his texts with a smiley face, just to show her appreciation.

But maybe in the future, this could be a chance at love.

Which Way is Up?

A short man in a leather bikers jacket with the words "Live to Ride" on the back, limped around the subway platform, "Excuse me," he would say in an ever so gentle voice, but everyone ignored him. His disfigured face filled with burn spots and Vitiligo patches made people think it was a joke. How could someone be so hideous, I'm sure were the thoughts going through their heads. "Excuse me miss," he whispered as he made his way through the sweaty lines for the trains. The passengers would say hurtful things under their breaths, because apparently, American's have a notion that all homeless people do it to themselves. But no one ever stops to think of the cause of this unfortunate outcome. A fire, a freak accident that killed the entire family, bankruptcies, intense drug abuse, all possibilities that this individual has to live with.

 "Ew mommy! What's wrong with his face?" A curious child asked his mother as he tugged at her dress. And the mother hushed him and hugged him close to her body. The disfigured man smiled heavyhearted trying to show his strength but it seemed useless at this point. His day had been filled with ridicule, sucked up tears and salty hellos. He tapped the shoulder of a rough looking woman and greeted her with a smile. Her hair was in a messy bun and her style was...interesting to say the least. “Excuse me ma'am can you tell me how to get to Union Square?" he asked with the heaviest Southern accent. Without turning around she answered "I'm headed there too, follow me." His spirit lifted and it seemed as though she felt the surge of energy go through her body, because she shivered and quickly turned to meet her new acquaintance. She proceeded to stick her hand out and shook his aggressively. They both smiled at their new friend made. Her soft eyes yet rough dry skin made her face a bit frightening as well. In a sense, her kindness beamed through, making her appear to transform into something angelic  “I’m Marie," she said. “I’m Teddy. Pleasure to meet u ma'am. Thank you so much for your help." He replied as he was still shaking her hand. Their contact was unshaken and unspoken but completely genuine. And thus, the rest of their story was history. As they boarded the train together, the two smitten strangers found solace and kindness in the world once again.

And just maybe, they had chosen a chance at love.

"L" is for Love?

His brand new light pistachio green $800 Hugo Boss suit gleamed off the cars on the street. It was enough to catch the eye of anyone with a remote sense of fashion. His cool suave hair was gelled back but just messy enough to have the "superman" piece fall onto his forehead as he tried to beat the light at the crosswalk. He maneuvered between the cars just trying to get to the cafe. He dipped left, and swerved right to avoid his suit getting dirty. From afar, it looked like a dance. He delved into his movements and even got a bit cocky when suddenly, his beautiful pant leg got caught on the license plate of a car. He tried to wiggle his leg loose but lost the battle and ripped the pant in the shape of the letter "L." Embarrassed and frustrated, the young man covered his leg proceeding to walk to the cafe with a forced limp. His leg wasn't hurt, but his pride was certainly a bit damaged. Especially because beyond the doors of the cafe, his group of friends were giggling uncontrollably at his mishap. Amongst that group of supportive people, was his future wife to be.

---And he had, chosen a chance at love.

Small Things #4

Cuddling on a cold morning.

Mmm....Toasty!

Lip Smacker

Completely distracted by the passengers racing around, and lost in her music, she was pushed into the center of the subway car. Within a split second, the train abruptly stopped and she lost balance and grabbed for the pole. She felt something so gentle and soft and a bit sticky hit her fingers and thought nothing of it. Until she turned to observe her hand post-contact and saw a dark chocolate tower of a dapper man, touching his lips with eyes wide open (and no he wasn't caressing his lips in a seductive way) but rather at the fact that she just smacked him in the face. His eyes said "What the hell?" but the slight smirk beneath his fingertips said otherwise. "I'm so sorry!" she said a little too loud as she scrunched the corner of her mouth and reached for his shoulder. She pushed her headphones off her ears and realized that her apology was not as subtle as anticipated and was enough to catch the attention of other passengers. The entire front half of the train was staring at her in confusion, some chuckling, others cursing under their breath. The gentleman nodded out of embarrassment and turned to face elsewhere. Her face flushed a rose pink. Either she was thinking "When is my stop?" or "At least he'll remember me."

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Had they chosen, that was a chance at love.

Small Things #3

Tina Fey, in my opinion, is one of the funniest female comedians out there. She has no qualms about making herself look ugly for the sake of a laugh - which is a rarity in itself. Heaven forbid we compromise perfection. Speaking of which, she said something completely hilarious yet completely true! Take a look...

"Every girl is expected to have Caucasian blue eyes, full Spanish lips, a classic button nose, hairless Asian skin with a California tan, a Jamaican dance hall ass, long Swedish legs, small Japanese feet, the abs of a lesbian gym owner, the hips of a nine-year-old boy, the arms of Michelle Obama and doll tits. The person closest to actually achieving this look is Kim Kardashian, who, as we know, was made by Russian scientists to sabotage our athletes. Everyone else is struggling"
 - Tina Fey

Dirty Dirty Subway

She went to sit down but before her butt could touch the seat she realized the abundance of crumbs that kindly covered the last seat available. She let out a loud sigh that caught the attention of the strangers around her. The gentleman sitting in the seat directly next to the crumb filled one smiled almost simulataneously laughing at her exaggeration. He pulled out a pocket tissue and proceeded to wipe the seat for her. Making sure to put in an adequate amount of elbow grease to prove it was clean."Thank you so much sir," she said as she gently laid her hand on his shoulder for a split second. She sat down, ipod in hand, and looked at her mother next to her and nodded her head in approval. The gentleman watched over his shoulder as the girl played a card game on her ipod. And his attention was on her just waiting for her to reciprocate. All for a handy kleenex and a kind gesture.

The Small Things #2

That moment when you go into a public restroom and you're all alone... 

Ah, sweet sweet solitude.

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Time of the Month

"Uh, Miss you dropped something!" The charming young man said as he tapped the shoulder of the apple of his eye."Oh." She said as she blushed the prettiest pink. He tried so hard to make eye contact but the blushing beauty was too embarrassed that a tampon fell out of her Gucci purse. Luckily it was tampax's effort of making women feel less embarrassed when this type of mishap happens. It was a tiny, yellow wrapper with pink and white flowers on it, easily could be mistaken for something else. She quickly scooped it up in her hand and threw it in her purse."Thanks." She finally said as she made eye contact with the what her eyes said was the most handsome man she had ever seen. His tanned skinned and piercing green eyes were the most exotic combination. He nodded once with a smile because the words couldn't surface from his core. The prolonged moment of their eyes meeting, was the beast of love at first sight.

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Had they chosen, that was a chance at love.

The Small Things #1

There are some moments when my imagination creates a whole backdrop to a particular moment. Specifically today, I woke up to the most annoying upstairs neighbors any New Yorker could ask for. For those who are familiar with the loud music, the tv blasting and the never ending moving of furniture at all random times in the day...then you feel my pain. On this lovely morning, where I most definitely didn't get enough sleep, I was awakened by a twisted thought that is sure to set my day on a sweet note. I want to purchase a shotgun. Not to kill anyone, but to blow a hole through their dam floor to scare them shitless. That's all. Then maybe, just maybe, the times we have knocked on their door with a kind request of shutting the hell up, will be taken seriously.

Ah, the simple things. And no one was hurt in the making of this thought.

Pass the Hookah

They shared the same hookah, but each with their own plastic mouthpiece. They socialized with their own group of friends, back facing one another yet completely unaware that they spied on each other for quite some time. It was her turn to take a puff and she inhaled as much as her little lungs could handle, simultaneously smiling at the young man watching her. As she exhaled, the vibrant white smoke hit her fibers so hard that she coughed uncontrollably. Completely embarrassed and still smiling as she coughed her face red, she could do nothing but hide her face in her hands. The young man, turned to face her, rubbed her back gently and asked “Are you okay?” His smirk was sincere and you could tell he was trying his hardest not to laugh. For the sake of appearing "cool" to those around her, she acted like coughing was inevitable and replied, “Ya, I’m good.” He took notice and chuckled to himself. “Hey! It’s not funny,” she said as she shyly hit his arm. “Ouch, it is cute though.” He said aloud as her rubbed his “wound.”

“You try it then tough guy!” She proclaimed as she passed the hose of the hookah to him. Nonchalantly, he inhaled as much as he could, inflating his chest to show his strength. And like predicted, he coughed just as hard. “Ha!” She said as she pointed at him. “Well, this is a strong one,” he said trying to revive his voice from the pre-pubescent tone it was stuck in. “Yah, sure.” She said.

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Had they chosen, that was a chance at love.

Hunger Game

Their books touched eachothers causing their eyes to meet. A smiled cracked, instantly breaking the barrier. "What are you reading?" She asked first, as the gentleman lifted his book to show the pretty, Indian girl the cover. "Oh, I heard that was great!" She excitedly remarked, almost popping out of her shoes. "And you? What are you reading?" He casually asked her. "Hunger Games" she replied. "I'm trying to finish before I see the movie. " she giggled bashfully. "Oh, I see..." He replied, holding out the "oh" in the sentence. "You're one of those people!" He said, smiling so hard it turned to a chuckle. "What do you mean?" She asked as she playfully hit his book with the back of her hand. "I just want to make sure it's correct. That's all." She replied. "Well, enjoy. "This is me," The gentleman said as he pointed towards the train doors, "It was nice to meet you.." He paused as he waited for her to say her name. "Natasha." She shook his hand and instantly, he fled for the door to be sure he didn't miss his stop.

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Had they chosen, that was a chance at love.