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.