This evening LK and I headed to Coffee Shop in Union Square for some burgers, booze and bitching.
After going 3-3, we parted ways; I bopped to the Path and she pimped to the F train.
I scored a seat and planted my iPod firmly in my ears while Lady Gaga wailed on and on about Alejandro. I decided to scope out my surrounding commuters. This is when I made eye contact with a handsome babe of a man leaning against the door adjacent to me. I stared at him. He stared back. After three seconds of solid eye contact I started to wonder what our kids would look like.
He continued to stare at me. Every time I met his gaze he'd look away.
The next thing I knew the doors were opening and everyone was filing out into the Hoboken Path station. My husband-to-be bolted up the stairs and into the crowd.
Rats.
On the ride home to my apartment I thought of my Path Lover. He was probably married. Or had a girlfriend. Or was a Giants/Yankees fan.
I continued the ruminate about our intense eye contact all through my front door and into my bathroom. As I washed my hands I met my gaze in the mirror and there, staring back at me, on the right side of my mouth was a huge orange-ish/redd-ish Heinz Ketchup stain.
"Oh. Bummer."
Path Lover wasn't staring at me because he was taken by my blond beauty, he was staring at me because he was trying to figure out if I knew how to use a goddamn napkin. He was probably wondering who my parents were and how they raised me and did they also teach me to itch my privates in public. (Sorry mom.)
I can't blame my friend for not noticing *COUGH* LK *COUGH* because when we left the resto it was dark, but in the harsh lights of those Path Trains any imperfection is magnified. Ergo my ketchup stain probably looked like the rising sun on the Japanese flag.
*Sigh* I'll get you next time, life.
