Thursday, March 5, 2009


"Good Morning."

"Um, hi," I replied. "Morning."

I had no idea who he was. I was standing near the back door of the N Judah on my way to the office. I did the polite muni thing and took off my gigantor messenger bag and placed it on the floor between my feet and held my yoga mat in place in front of me to take up as little space as possible in the crowded car. He was holding the bar a couple of inches above my hand. He looked rather young. Typical Fidi uniform. Blue button down shirt. Khaki pants. Ugh. Dockers.

"Do you, uh, do you do Bikram back there?" he asked.


"Amazing." He shook his head and looked away.

I stood there wide eyed and dumbfounded.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You dry really fast," he said. "Like, really fast. I've seen you get on this train and by the time my stop gets here, you're like, you're like...totally dry."

"Thank you?"

"No, it's like, totally cool."


I couldn't hold it back. I felt the giggles starting and I clamped down to whatever muscles I had in the back of my throat to hold them back.

We rode the rest of the way in silence but I could feel Khaki Pants' presence to the left of me, like he was watching me magically dry.

He got off at Montgomery and as he passed he leaned over close to me and I swear to god I could hear him...sniff me.

My eyes went wide and I bit my bottom lip to keep my jaw from dropping.


As the muni door closed I let out an audible gasp and I could hear the woman standing next to me laugh a little.

"Dude just sniffed me. I've totally been smelled." To which she completly lost it and doubled over in hysterics.

"I heard the conversation too," she said. "I think that means he likes you."

"Really?" I asked. "Boys are freaking weird."

1 comment:

Rory said...

of course he liked you... he noticed you being wet but didn't make a wet joke. a pervet would have