I also finally put up my pot rack-I did it all by myself, which I didn't think I could do. But when this girl gets an idea in her head, she gets it done!On the way home I got my favorite seat on the T-a single seat tucked into the side corner close to the door. On the second stop, a very attracted older man in a blue turtleneck sweater, dirty jeans and brown leather shoes (hey, it's close quarters) stood right in front of me and slung (slinged?) his arm around the pole near my seat. To give you a better visual, his waste was eye level for me. I noticed his nice strong hands, and his clean fingernails. I noticed he was reading a book.
I also noticed that his fly was gaping open. Gaping.
I contemplated telling him, but realized that it would be WAY too awkward and probably embarrassing for him. Instead, I put my head down and pretended to be inspecting the beets that I had in my bag.
To make matters worse, we were in a 5 minute holding pattern-meaning we weren't moving. About 3 minutes into it, Flyboy shifted his weight and adjusted his body-until he noticed that his fly was smiling at me. He quickly pulled his sweater down over his crotch and nervously held it there.
Um...dude? It's ok to zip up. I know it's embarrassing, but you KNOW I saw your zipper-it's right in front of my face. And you KNOW I saw you just pull your sweater down. So, just close it up and be done with it.
He didn't. He just kept his hand close to his crotch and quickly got off at the next stop. When he hit the platform he zipped up and turned back to me-and saw me staring!! But c'mon-I HAD to know if he'd finally close the deal.
I love the T.