Monday, September 26, 2011

Redhead on G train - m4w - 23 (Ft. Greene)

You had such finely tinctured red hair and endearing glasses. I was the boy sitting across from you reading. I glanced up at you from time to time so caught, as I was, with your beauty. I wanted to talk to you, but you seemed distant, maybe a bit forlorn.

I hope to hear from you, splendid nighttime apparition.

David moved to Brooklyn after he graduated from NYU to be a writer. Of course, that's easier said than done and he'd spent the better part of the last two years working at a restaurant and writing freelance whenever he can. Like any other idealistic NYU graduate, he has dreams of writing pieces for Vanity Fair, The New Yorker or New York Magazine. Until that day comes, he'll try and be content writing for different blogs for next-to-nothing. He broke up with his girlfriend from college a few months ago and in his desperate attempts to be so "writerly" he was moping around the cruel streets of Greenpoint.

Elizabeth hates Brooklyn, she couldn't believe she'd been dragged out there for a friend's housewarming. She much preferred the familiarity of Manhattan, but even then she was tortured to go above 14th st. She came to New York to work in fashion, maybe as an editor or a designer but found herself quite comfortable in public relations. Elizabeth had that perfect combination of kindness and shiftiness that's perfect for PR. Typically, you could find her leaning up against a bar you probably haven't heard of yet, but for tonight, she was in Brooklyn, deep in Brooklyn.

David, ever-idealistic and nearly tragic, was reading a dog-eared copy of The Bell Jar when Elizabeth got on the train. In his emo-ness, he mistook her misery of being in Brooklyn for a sort of guardedness. To him, she was lost and needed rescuing from some dire situation and he was her only hope. Of course, we know better. Her red hair kept his gaze several times as it almost sparkled in the lights of the G-train, almost like embers on an extinguished fire. Elizabeth was merely hoping to get home sooner rather than later and was already upset she had another transfer to take.

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