What's funnier than a bunch of drunken Irish guys on a New York City Subway?

That's right, absolutely nothing. So I just got off a train from DC and I get on the subway to go home. I make the deadly mistake of smiling at a cute guy in a group of cute guys. Next thing I know I'm being asked how to get to the Statue of Liberty. After I give fairly accurate directions they start making a fuss about how I'm the only person who has been nice to them this whole trip. Are New Yorkers really that rude? Maybe I'm just that nice? Anyway so they start talking to me. They are wasted and it's 4 in the afternoon. Classic! So they ask me my name, I give them my Pseudonym Lucille, named after Lucy Van Pelt from Peanuts and they start singing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. I'm cracking up. They ask me to come with them to the Statue of Liberty. They said they would even hold my suitcase. I considered it for like a microsecond and then decided it would be a really bad idea. I like to have fun, but I'm not stupid. I mean, these guys were totally harmless but I was tired and I wanted to get home and get to the gym.

So I passed this opportunity. Every time I meet someone on a train I'm reminded of a couple I met a few years ago. They actually met on the subway and a year later they were married. Granted, they rode the same train every day and managed to catch each other quite a few times before he had the nerve to actually talk to her, but I'm always tempted. There's always that eye sex you have with some stranger on a train and you think, "Am I actually feeling brave enough to talk to this person? What's the worst that could happen? I'll probably never see him again." My friend Eliza once met a guy on the subway. Turns out they live at the same stop. He gave her his number and said "I know this is weird so if you don't want to call me, that's okay but it's your choice." Not too bad. Anyway she did call him. He turned out to be a total freak and that's a great story for another time. So I guess there are ups and downs to the whole situation. One of these days I'll get the balls to talk to someone on the train. Until then, it's all about eye sex, laughing at the weird people on the train with you and accidentally brushing their arm as you get off the train. Oh and there's always the glance over your shoulder to see if he's looking at you as the train pulls away...ahh that's a good one.