Today on the subway I was oogling women as usual (I'm a man, we do that sort of thing all the time). Only this time the girl came on down to sit nearer to me, which took me off guard. She was kinda cute but a lot younger then I first thought. Truth be told I really wanted to take my traditional nap at this point, I mean, subway hookups never really happen, it's just a little eyecandy and a bit of mental fantasy at best. But like I said, I was caught a little off guard. Do I make eye contact? Do I not? Should I be embarassed? What do I do? All of these questions, sadly, were quickly answered. When she started talking. To herself. A lot. I mean a LOT. And now, I can't even take my nap, because who knows if I wake up to find a shiv in my chest or something. I made eye contact briefly, by accident, as I was trying to figure out how many stops I had to get through. There was a silly eye rolling and tongue out thing. It might have been cute and funny. But in the back of my head, all I could think about was that very long conversation she was having with herself. I think she was still having it. So I started grading homework, and she got off at Ft. Hamilton.