That reminds me of another great phenomenon of the subway, which I love so so much. I call it the 5 minute subway romance, for obvious reasons. In this scenario, you find yourself riding the subway, and then all of a sudden, the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen gets on a couple doors down from you, or maybe even right by you. But you know that you’re getting off in under five minutes, or she will be at the next stop, plus I just don’t pick up girls on the subway, cause I’ve seen guys do it, and its just embarrassing for everyone within like a 15 foot radius of all the action. Anyway, so, in your head, you get to live out this little imaginary romantic/sexual scenario between you and this wildly gorgeous girl, and then BAM! It’s all over. You know, in Baltimore, if I saw a girl I thought was cute walking around someplace, it was like a fucking holiday. It’s much more rare there, and you end up thinking about it all day, and then you’ll invariably see the girl again someplace, whatever. Its how that city works. But here, like there are so many beautiful girls, and I almost never see any of them again, so as soon as one leaves, I forget about my “old girlfriend” and start up with some other girl who I quickly forget once I get out of the subway station. Anyway, yeah. I love that about New York. It’s something I’ll associate with being here, right now, for the rest of my life.