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.

me: cargo shorts - you: toe ring - m4w - 25 (w. village)

I saw you Friday night waiting for the F train at the W. 4th station. I was the guy who looked like a former fraternity date rapist who was checking you out. It was around 12:30am. Me: khaki cargo shorts, ambercrombie sandals, a sun tattoo on my left ankle and an Ed Hardy shirt with this really cool design. I saw you look my way.. You had a hammer toe on your right foot with a pretty toe ring, you were wearing sandals too! I wanna get to know you!

chris is a proud college graduate. he works in one of those finance jobs at one of those finance places in one of those finance cubicles and has one of those finance futures. he is by all means, a dime a dozen new york d-bag. he could potentially be from staten island but most likely hails from the dirty jerz. currently he is co-habitating with two of those finance guys in hell's kitchen in one of those luxury buildings. when it comes down to it, this is the type of guy that new york welcomes at first but will surely spit out at some point in the future. earlier that day he had a gchat with his friend

chris: whatup brah
justin: whatup c
chris: gettin' after it tonight?
justin: for real, going to sway downtown...you down?
chris: i'm game

the rest of the conversation continued to objectify women, detail alcohol plans and possible securing of narcotics. chris hurries home from work that night, while eyeing girls on the train. he's so excited at the prospect of hooking up tonight and can hardly contain himself. he gets home to find one of his roommates watching tv, and they order a pizza. already a few beers deep, chris hops in the shower. before exiting the bathroom he gives himself a pep talk, flex session and hair gel moment in the mirror. then came the outfit decision for the evening, so many decisions. green cargo shorts, khaki cargo shorts, or dark khaki cargo shorts? he rolls with the khaki and takes a shot. he grunts and shakes his head to chase the vodka, so cool. now on to the shirt, the closet doors fling open and the hangers glisten with the light of jewels. like the cave of wonders, you can even here little twinkles! it's a fabled collection of ed hardy and affliction tee's. he dawns a stunning number with a bejeweled skull and of course it says, "love kills slowly" he heads out the door and heads for the subway.

he strategically places himself in front of a window on the train so he can make sure his hair, shirt, cargos, flip flops and general attitude are on point 100% of the time. in typical chris fashion, he thinks every girl on the train is interested in him. why wouldn't they be? he's awesome. he's the king of the bro patrol. before he can undress them all with his eyes, his transfer is up for the F train at W4. waiting for his train he notices anna, who is pacing back and forth in anticipation of the train. chris catches her looking at him, her thoughts are as follows,

"1. ed hardy, goodbye, 2. your hair looks like a biore pore cleansing strip (post cleanse) 3. stop looking at me creepzone 4. why are you going out in shorts? 5. i hope you don't try to talk to me on the train"

his thoughts are

"1. she likes what she sees, i'm down for that 2. who wouldn't like what they see? 3. toe ring, hot. 4. she likes what she sees, i'm down for that. 5. who wouldn't like what they see?"

the train arrives and chris is still checking anna out, his shirt twinkles in the light of the subway train as anna makes a concerted effort to get into a different car. bewildered at this development, chris decides she is a lesbian and heads to sway.

unfortunately for our friend, they do not allow shorts or flip flops at sway and he is rejected straight away.

note: he describes himself as looking like an ex-frat-date-rapist. he is one. beware.

blonde hair black dress sunac - m4w - 23 (williamsburg)

i walked out of sunac you looked right in my eyes i looked into yours and then i skated away while you waited outside of sunac

what the fuck was i thinking?

lou is a hipster by any definition. he doesn't have a full grown beard yet, but has enough stubble to maintain his "i'm choosing to be poor but have my parent's emergency american express card just in case" look. lou has a two bedroom railroad apt. in williamsburg, the second bedroom is vacant at the moment but there is an ad on craigslist. in any event, he isn't a vegan but prefers natural food because it leaves one feeling healthy, refreshed and energized. he awoke hungry that morning, but raided his pantry last night after getting home from some show at prospect park.

he dresses (sans shower) in jeans, a plaid shirt and a pair of converse, the traditional hipster uniform. making his way to sunac he realizes, as all other williamsburg residents do, that he looks exactly the same as his neighbors. no matter, he doesn't have to wear a suit today and that's all he cares about. dipping into his local coffee joint, he orders an iced coffee and makes small talk with the guy working the counter. everything is always sunnier in williamsburg for lou and he loves that he isn't at a starbucks in rock center.

moseying through sunac he grabs his usual natural food snacks, nothing out of the ordinary for this one. he approaches the checkout counter and is presented with that age old choice, mastercard (his own) or amex (his mothers). he weighs his options and decides to go with the amex today to punish his mother for arguing with him yesterday. she won't notice anyway, she only gets mad if he spends over $600 a month on it. a nice exchange with the cashier and he's out the door. then it happens, that childhood giddiness only achieved when you see your ideal counterpart. she had long blonde hair and a braided gold headband with aviator sunglasses. her locks were kind of a mess, but lou hadn't showered so he couldn't judge. he's feeling especially skinny today and notices her eyes are transfixed on his own. her black dress draped dramatically as they walked by and lou was so dumbfounded with luck, he couldn't say anything. as they passed she looked down and headed in to sunac to buy her groceries.

a hipster romance we'll never know. fear not, the same hipster dramatic moment occurred simultaneously in five natural food stores across the borough.

think coffee - m4w - 23 (Greenwich Village)

you told your friend you thought I was cute as you walked out of think coffee, and my friend didn't tell me this until you were already gone, or i would have talked to you..i'm sure this is a lost cause, i had long hair, stubble of a homeless man and goatee...i thought you were cute too

marcus doesn't live in manhattan anymore. he used to when he went to nyu, which is the same time he became familiar with think coffee. he likes to avoid starbucks because it's always too crowded and in the end he doesn't think it tastes that good. he graduated in 2007 and moved to brooklyn with two of his roommates from school. he and his roommate, jake, left the house in a hurry today--on their way to union square to meet up with some friends. marcus grabbed his keys from a bowl by the door that has some old business cards in it, one from an old barber and the other from a restaurant.

jake and marcus rode the train into the city and discussed hook up possibilities while making the journey. jake is considering getting back together with a girl he used to have casual sex with in college but marcus advises against this, he's been down that road before. jake is clearly annoyed with marcus and they change the subject to something less sensitive. the l train deposits them in union square a few minutes early so they head down to think coffee to grab a quick, well, coffee. there is a good crowd there today, bohemians to pseudo bohemians and they're all thinking while drinking their drinks. amy and sarah are sitting at a table together laughing about a text that amy just got. marcus and jake look them over quickly but avert their eyes before being noticed. beverages in hand the boys sit down and jake brings up his old flame again. entranced by amy across the room, marcus shrugs it off, furthering angering jake. the girls get up to leave and amy looks at marcus as he glances somewhere else and whispers to her friend how she thinks he's cute and laughs as she exits. jake picks up on this and instead of telling his friend, he spites him for his disapproval of hooking up with his ex. to add insult to injury, jake waits like a praying mantis to tell marcus of this development until after the girls are out of sight.