Monday, August 20, 2007

Ride the Love Train

Of the very few things that bring us joy on the train, the opportunity to cruise fellow passengers is one that we all do. Checking out the talent as they board the train at every stop, we quickly give them the once over. Men will think about which girl they’d sleep with, women judge other women and gay men cruise for which guy they’d take home or into the subway underpass for a quickie.

Recently I wrote about a friend who got off the train in more ways than one, but it’s not just him scoring while catching public transport. It seems that nowadays, people are using the train as a means to pick up and making contact with those they deem hot through the daily commuter newspaper, MX (for those readers outside Australia, think of Metro). Passengers are sending out messages in hope those they lust over read it and make the initial contact. Hey, if it works…

Only a few days ago, I was playing touchy feely with a student who was rubbing his body up against me. Mind you, the train was not packed and it was his butt that was rubbing against me. I could only think there was something attached to that rubbing. Sufficed to say that he got off (the train!) before I did, so our interaction was left to a minimum.

However, I have had unpleasant cruising experiences after someone who was a semi-regular on the train recognised me on a gay dating site and made initial contact. Enticed by the potential of hooking up with a hot fellow passenger, I quickly discovered he was not all that and a bag of potato chips despite he becoming obsessive over us hooking up. But I was having none of it and told him so from the outset. I was simply not interested. Now whenever I see him on the train I exude a steely, bitchy look on my face in case he gets any ideas.

But one of the hottest moments ever experienced on the train was one afternoon when I was in some weird ménage-a-trois with an attractive 20-something girl and a tall, dark and extremely hot 30-something man. Of course, I was stealing glances at the hot guy with his manly features and smartly dressed casual attire.

But all the while, the girl was stealing glances at myself and the hot guy beside me. I could cut the tension with a knife. I wanted him, she wanted him, but she also wanted me. We smiled a couple of times, I like to think because we both thought the guy was hot, but I could be wrong. It was all too much and I couldn’t get off the train quickly enough.

I guess it is all part of the fun. Stealing second looks, an upturned lip, maybe a wink or more. The amount of veritable hotties, male and female, that board the train is probably the most exciting part of our working day. I just hope one day that a cute guy comes onto me while on the train which leads onto something greater. Or even just a message in the MX…

7 comments:

twistedbrick said...

I always wondered if people ever get recognised by their internet profiles, whether it be from a dating site, Myspace or Facebook. I wonder if Myspace sluts who try to add everyone as their friend, ever get recognised when they go out. As a joke I used to get my friends to approach a guy with a date to say that she recognised his picture on RSVP.

spacedangel said...

Oh the train travelling adventure tales I could tell you....

But just a short one to share. I once had a guy stay on the train and get off at my station (even though he was supposed to get off 5 stations before mine) to try and ask me out on a date.

I was flattered, if somewhat freaked. I politely declined his offer by lying and saying that I had a bf and before he left to get back on the train again, he gave me a compliment: "You have a very beauty face."

marie said...

The train is like a seedy nightclub, you brush up against people, smile, flirt.. then when the lights come back on and you get off at your stop we all pretend to be outraged!!

Michael... said...

It seems we have a lot of catching up to do...

Dry humping, threesomes and stalkers, oh my!

YarravillePaul said...

You had me hooked with this tale...

I rarely travel on PT, and wonder what the experiences of peak hour would be like.

Clearly they are becoming sensual... lol

Miss Zoe said...

the stolen covert glances at others on public transport is what makes going to work fun! Smiles or shared moments (whether flirty or otherwise) put me in a good mood for the day..... if either of us saw Nacho on a tram though, it would be war. Bring on Brazil!

Anonymous said...

I have only just moved down to Melbourne from country Vic, and every morning I ride the train with aviators (cos they were cheap) and you would be surprised at what people on the trains get up to when they think no-one is looking. I had one guy staring so hard I swear I could feel it. He got off before I got up the courage to take my glasses off and wink though. It's hella fun. I feel sorry for the people who drive to work.