Friday, January 12, 2007

Train PDA

Friday, January 12, 2007
Okay. I think this is the earliest in the day that I've ever blogged, but sometimes, something is so urgent that it just can't wait for the post-starbucks-run hour.

This morning on the C-train, I was subjected to the gross makeout session of two extremely unfortunate emo kids. Ugh. It's 8:48 in the morning, for godssake! No one needs to see two androgynous under-eighteens swapping bodily fluids before noon.

Perhaps this is why I'm unable to hold down a relationship- I loathe the concept of the public transporation makeout. I don't wanna be train makeout girl. If I find myself in such a situation, I've always found that a quick dose of the Look (taught to me by Mama B)is a good way out. If that fails, a swift kick to the shin, or a "What the hell do you think you're doing!? Stop touching me!" will suffice.

Maybe that makes me a frigid commuter, but you know what? Maybe some commutes are best made alone. Without getting all kissy-face.


-Breanne said...

Any guy that wants to get smoochy on the incredibly dirty public transit - is NOT someone you should be dating. TRUST ME. This is the same run far far away sign as a guy that has more hair products than you.

Meg said...

So I like my guys well groomed! It's not my fault that I'm predisposed towards things I can't have!

Snowflake said...

Worse than train PDA is the backstage PDA that occurs at drama rehearsals. Enough said!!!