it IS worth waiting for the train!

Last night I suffered through two pretty terrible local bands (you really can tell a lot by a how high dudes wear their guitar straps) performing at a pretty terrible venue that can only be described as a ghetto version of Zydeco with a surprisingly clean ladies room. Then I went to another pretty terrible fratty bar (think an even more obnoxious Innisfree) with a huge beer pong table. So after too many beers and a few Jager shots, I finally made my way back to the train station far too late to be alone....and I waited, and waited, and waited ( i hate the fucking late night train schedule)....Then I had a craigslist-worthy missed connection moment. Well, it wasn't really missed...Anyway, I've always thought it would be sexy to meet a boy on the subway. Catch each others eye, do a little flity body language. Lame, I know. And as I'm looking at this very adorable guy on the train platform (who I assume is NOT in a band, which is good cause it's an old habit I'm attempting to break), I'm thinking he would be an amusing endeavor. Then I realize I'm in NY, it's nearly impossible to meet peopole, I get on the train and close my eyes. Three stops later he's sitting next to me and actually brings up some conversation. Exciting. Anyway, he's got some midwestern history, has only been in NY for 5 months, is a struggling actor (I know, I know) and tends bar (ditto). So we're chatting it up and I discover he's only one train stop away from mine. When the train starts halting at his stop, I say "Isn't this your stop?" He says "yeah...it's a shame" and I say "I know..too bad". And he gets up, tells me to stop by his bar sometime, and is gone. This is the extent of my New York love life.