Waiting to Collide

Train Game

I looked from person to person to person on the train this evening.  I found that once I made eye contact with someone, it happened over and over.  Most people never looked up, or were looking at the space directly above my head.  I like to think that they were secretly happy to be looked at.  I was.

The German woman who speaks fluent Japanese was in my car with her baby again.

I also saw two black butches making out.  I so seldom see black lesbians or two butches together, that seeing the pairing — slobbering on each other, no less — felt like a unique experience.  Not my types, exactly, but kudos to them.

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