Friday, February 19, 2010

Fact or Fiction: Train Ride

As I approached the turnstile, I heard someone over by the token booth call out my name. I looked over to see a gentleman smiling in my direction. It took a quick second but I recognized him. I smiled and walked over.

"Heyyyy. You don't remember me?!"
"Man, shut up. Of course I remember you!" I replied as we embraced.

"How are you?" I asked. If his appearance was any indication, he was doing quite well for himself. Smooth mahogany skin accented with the precision of a freshly trimmed goatee. His coat hung and fell in all the right places. Stylishly dressed but not overtly metro-sexual.

"I'm doing well. You must be doing well." he said as he too gave me the once over.

We laughed.

"Hey, are you heading downtown?"

I nodded as we both walked over to the turnstile and swiped our Metrocards to allow us entry to the platform.

"Cool so we can really catch up." he replied with a megawatt Colgate grin.

Damn, was his smile always that perfect?? I asked myself just as the train pulled into the station.

As the train snaked its way downtown, he brought me up to speed on what had been going on in his life since I last saw him in my teen years. This neighborhood boy had done well for himself, traveled the world, built his career. With so much grit surrounding us, it's touching to see a fellow neighborhood kid rise above it all.

With only 2 stations away from my departing stop, he asked if we could keep in touch, "you know if that's okay?"

I laugh at his not so subtle way of asking for my number and pull out my phone since yes it was okay for us to keep in touch.

"What stop are you getting off?"
As I dropped my phone back in my purse, I looked up and replied "Ummm, the next one."

"Oh, okay. Hey, can I ask you a question?"
"Sure!" I mentally start running my calendar through my mind, because surely this handsome man is about to ask me out on a date.

"Do you ever think about our night together? I do." he whispered.
"Our night??"
"Yes. our. night." he said with a raised eyebrow a la The Rock.
"Uhhhhh, we had sex???!!!" Damn, did I say that out loud?!

By the look on his face, that was not the answer he was expecting. Foot, meet mouth. But I really don't remember this night he speaks of. Just as I was about to mentally run down, "my list", the train pulled into my departing station. I gathered my things and waved goodbye. He looked crushed but there was no time to repair the damage of my outburst. I blurted out "I'll call you". We both knew that shit wasn't gonna happen.


Now you decide:

FACT OR FICTION
*by fact, it could be my truth or someone else's truth as told to me OR it could all be a fig newton of my imagination. Either way, what do you think - FACT OR FICTION????!!! ;)
38 days left of this writing challenge.........

3 comments:

Chubbs said...

I think it's a fact. something similar happened to me a couple of years ago...and I felt bad that I'd forgotten the "special moment." Sometimes sex is just sex...and sometimes is just bad and forgettable.

rashad said...

i think its fact, but i resent you making me think so hard

£ said...

i say fact. but maybe fact as it was told to you?