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If you could look like anything...anything at all....what would you look like? I'd be the wind. ...........It's easy to be someone's friend when all you need is someone to console you. It's much harder to be there for them when they're happy all the time. .............Even when I say nothing, it's a beautiful use of negative space.


























Blind Eyes Closed
 
Saturday, January 10, 2004
Who would have thought....  
So yesterday I hopped the El to go visit Gabe's place on S Michigan Ave. (editorial note: how the hell do college students afford a place on Michigan Ave?!?) There were other people meeting down there and so I wasn't really nervous about taking the train alone; I had Josh's mix to keep me company.

So about 1 or 2 stops in, this really hot (I'm not gonna lie) guy comes gangsta-walking (reminded me of Peter except he wasn't white) onto the train, headphones on, hair slicked back. I cought him making eyes at me so I started looking back to see if it would make him uncomfortable. Alas, he took that as a sign to start talking to me.

"Hey, do you have any rolling paper?"
"No, sorry."
"What's your name?"
"Nora."
"Hi, I'm Romano."
*smile and wave*
"So are you sure you don't have any rolling paper?"
"Yeah, I don't smoke."
"You know, there are plenty of people who have successful jobs, go to school, and smoke weed."
"Oh I know, I've seen it happen. It's just not my style."
"Oh, me neither."
"Right...which is why you were asking me for rolling paper."

And so on. I think I made him think I was going to the ghettos to visit my boyfriend, but I'm not sure. He made fun of me for being from Evanston (but knowing that I'm 19 didn't phase him since he's definitely in the low 20s somewhere...). When the train stopped at Addison, merely half the way I was going, he stood up, said, "It's been real," and left. I glanced over to where he was on the platform as the train started to pull away and he put two fingers up to his lips, kissed them, and held them out to the train.

Oh it's good to know that the El is a worthwhile place to get picked up by hot (creepy) guys. Good to know someone still finds me attractive. ;-)
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