Love in a Subway Car

A couple years back, while riding a downtown 1 train, I came pretty close to seeing a romance begin on public transit. Not a romance like this couple who couldn't keep it in their pants on the Toronto subway. A typical clumsy attempt to join worlds. He, a rather shy young man who most of the time kept his eyes on the floor. She, a polite-looking young lady with impressive posture and a nice smile that flashed whenever his eyes fell to the floor.

So they were standing, sharing a pole, laughing, smiling, connecting, over a series of four or five stations. Eventually he told her his stop was next and he began to look nervous. In my head I assumed he was considering in his head whether to just ask her out already or toss up a limp half-wave and hate himself for the rest of eternity.