couples edition

Oh, how I love couples. Lately they've made me a tad sad, but mostly they make me amazingly happy. Cause they make you believe that it's possible to have what they have. This one was memorable just cause they matched:



Well, I guess her outfit and her luggage matched. But he was dutifully guarding it! I'm pretty sure this was on the shuttle and/or the 1 train on the west side. Seriously…I need to start taking notes.


It always amazes me to see young people who are married. Like, why? Why are you married already? Should I be married already? Cause that'd be weird:



They held hands the whole ride. They seemed completely mismatched. But I guess they were both sort of dorky, so it made sense. But he just looked like he should still be living in his parents' basement playing Dungeons and Dragons or something. Yay, stereotypes! Good for them. I love dorky couples. They are totally the best.

Then there are the PDA-happy couples:



They are definitely my favorite. Look how sweet he is to her! Gives all of us girls hope. There are two more couples I remember, but who I did not take pictures of. One was in Grand Central. I saw them on the platform as the express train took off (which I was on). She was a good few inches taller than him. She was this seemingly blond glam girl...or at least from behind. He had glasses and was...well...unattractive. Why did I mention the glasses? I LOVE glasses. I HAVE glasses. I digress...he just ADORED her. He was stroking her cheek and kept resting his head on her shoulder. He totally didn't care what he looked like. He had reached the point of no return. You know, FUCK EVERYONE. I LOVE THIS WOMAN. Oh, it was so lovely.

Then today, on the 6 train coming up from Bleecker, there was this lovely tall indie couple. They weren't quite hipster, definitely not Brooklyn, but definitely not financial or upper east side at all. They were fucking refreshing. And they just loved each other. Both dressed down. She was reading something…possibly an L magazine. And he had his arms around her middle. Oh, how we love that. They kept whispering and kissing and just being adorable. And I sat there, my feet hurting, with Ryan Adams in my ears, and smiled. It is nice to see that such things actually do exist.

naps edition

This guy slept the whole ride from um….where was I? Probably from Grand Central to 86th. So, okay, that's not that bad. But he had it made…in the corner all by himself:




He looked almost comfortable. I don't think I've ever fallen asleep on the subway. Possibly passed out on the subway platform, but I always (somehow) managed to wake up when the train came.


I love how this guy still had a hand on the pole:



Such a busy businessman. This was also on the east side…I think. Oh! It may have been on the shuttle. I need to keep better records. He woke up at each stop. It's sort of like when your alarm goes off and you think, "Oh, fuck it, I've got at LEAST ten more minutes." Sometimes I feel like staying on the 6 train all the way up…just cause I'm tired and my feet hurt. "Oh, there's an express at Union Square? Fuck it, I am sitting." So why stop there? 86th? Why stop now? Why not stay on and see who shows up? It'll be infinitely more interesting than what I'll find when I get home.

This girl wasn't alone:



Her friend was actually standing across from her. But since they couldn't really talk, she decided to get some sleep. Once the train emptied out she ended up talking to her friend, who wound up sitting next to her. I wonder how my friends would react to me just passing out in front of them on the train. That's only happened in Prague. The one night I ended up a mullet-wearing-tram-rider. Accidentally!