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		<title>By: id</title>
		<link>http://secondavenuesagas.com/2008/03/19/finding-love-on-the-subway/#comment-51476</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 27 Sep 2008 19:54:14 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I ride the NY  subway from Monday to Friday. I take E and then change on Queen Blvd to take the R or V to go to my job. For the past 15 years I have been doing the same and I see the same faces over and over. Yes and I do hide myself behind my dark glasses and ipod. The reason for using the dark glasses is because I do enjoy looking at people's faces. But my most enjoyable feeling is to look at handsome me. I usually scan the men from top to bottom. I love seeing well dress men in their suits and enjoy smelling their perfumes when I get close. Over the years, I have seem these men disappear and new come along, and I continue to do the same. 

I see these men standing or sitting across me, and I wonder what would it be if I decide to break the ice by just saying Hello or Good Morning, but I hesitate, and continue my journey to my destination. Maybe someday, I will, but for now... I will continue loving them from a distance.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I ride the NY  subway from Monday to Friday. I take E and then change on Queen Blvd to take the R or V to go to my job. For the past 15 years I have been doing the same and I see the same faces over and over. Yes and I do hide myself behind my dark glasses and ipod. The reason for using the dark glasses is because I do enjoy looking at people&#8217;s faces. But my most enjoyable feeling is to look at handsome me. I usually scan the men from top to bottom. I love seeing well dress men in their suits and enjoy smelling their perfumes when I get close. Over the years, I have seem these men disappear and new come along, and I continue to do the same. </p>
<p>I see these men standing or sitting across me, and I wonder what would it be if I decide to break the ice by just saying Hello or Good Morning, but I hesitate, and continue my journey to my destination. Maybe someday, I will, but for now&#8230; I will continue loving them from a distance.</p>
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		<title>By: Mush Face Dating &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Finding love on the subway</title>
		<link>http://secondavenuesagas.com/2008/03/19/finding-love-on-the-subway/#comment-30746</link>
		<dc:creator>Mush Face Dating &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Finding love on the subway</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Mar 2008 05:59:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] thegodguy wrote an interesting post today onHere&#8217;s a quick excerptWhen Patrick Moberg set eyes upon the cute girl sitting across from him, he shared an experience with every New York male: He fell in love with the cute girl on the subway. As we know, Moberg was too shy to talk to Camille Hayton, &#8230; [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] thegodguy wrote an interesting post today onHere&#8217;s a quick excerptWhen Patrick Moberg set eyes upon the cute girl sitting across from him, he shared an experience with every New York male: He fell in love with the cute girl on the subway. As we know, Moberg was too shy to talk to Camille Hayton, &#8230; [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Whitey Fjord</title>
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		<dc:creator>Whitey Fjord</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 14:25:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The subways are a GREAT place to meet girls (guys, whatever, of course).  YOUNG people here are just too shy, I think.  

Once (in another country, I wonder if that's meaningful), I saw a guy and a very pretty girl exchange a very quick word about the flyers the guy was handing out.  The girl moved on, and the guy called after her, "you're lovely, by the way!"

That's what's missing here.  When you see a beautiful girl on the subway, and you both exchange a second or two of eye contact, can't you just say "you're beautiful?"  Just as a compliment, for heaven's sake.  Not as a pick up line, just a compliment, with no expectation of anything?  It's sad that people are too shy for that.  I think most recipients of the compliment would take it just fine, even if they weren't interested.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The subways are a GREAT place to meet girls (guys, whatever, of course).  YOUNG people here are just too shy, I think.  </p>
<p>Once (in another country, I wonder if that&#8217;s meaningful), I saw a guy and a very pretty girl exchange a very quick word about the flyers the guy was handing out.  The girl moved on, and the guy called after her, &#8220;you&#8217;re lovely, by the way!&#8221;</p>
<p>That&#8217;s what&#8217;s missing here.  When you see a beautiful girl on the subway, and you both exchange a second or two of eye contact, can&#8217;t you just say &#8220;you&#8217;re beautiful?&#8221;  Just as a compliment, for heaven&#8217;s sake.  Not as a pick up line, just a compliment, with no expectation of anything?  It&#8217;s sad that people are too shy for that.  I think most recipients of the compliment would take it just fine, even if they weren&#8217;t interested.</p>
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		<title>By: Streetsblog &#187; Today&#8217;s Headlines</title>
		<link>http://secondavenuesagas.com/2008/03/19/finding-love-on-the-subway/#comment-30698</link>
		<dc:creator>Streetsblog &#187; Today&#8217;s Headlines</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 20 Mar 2008 13:02:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Name Musicians Kick Off New York Auto Show (Wheels)Imagining the Subway Without Social Inhibitions (2nd Ave Sagas)      Filed by Ben Fried under Today's Headlines    Link Digg This Email [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Name Musicians Kick Off New York Auto Show (Wheels)Imagining the Subway Without Social Inhibitions (2nd Ave Sagas)      Filed by Ben Fried under Today&#8217;s Headlines    Link Digg This Email [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Marc Shepherd</title>
		<link>http://secondavenuesagas.com/2008/03/19/finding-love-on-the-subway/#comment-30661</link>
		<dc:creator>Marc Shepherd</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:37:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Journey, that's definitely bad luck, but the same could have happened regardless of where you met the person.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Journey, that&#8217;s definitely bad luck, but the same could have happened regardless of where you met the person.</p>
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		<title>By: Journey</title>
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		<dc:creator>Journey</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 19:06:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I'm one of those friendly new yorkers who does talk to people on the subway. In my youth I did manage to get asked out on dates.  

The first was a really handsome shy guy in a business suit who kept checking me out and then would look away.  After giving up my seat for an old gentleman I decided to approach him with the line: "How about those Yankees?" And we proceeded to chat for an hour, after which we exchanged numbers and he asked me out on a date.  It was during our first date that he offered he was into sex clubs and that sorta lifestyle.  Needless to say that is way out of my league, and told him so.  We parted amicably as strangers.  

A few years, I was riding the R train and sat next to a handsome Iranian grad student doing summer study at NYU.  We had such a great conversation we decided to continue chatting while having coffee under the stars at South St. Seaport.   It was a wonderful evening but I had to leave in order to visit my mother before leaving the next morning on a month long business trip overseas.  Before leaving though, we made plans for dinner for the weekend I returned home. 

Upon returning home I discovered my voice mail was jammed full of messages, 57 in total varying in length and tone.  The first few messages began tender and sweetly.  The next few were of cute stanzas and original poems he'd written to me.  There were several calls made while he was drunk bordering on maudlin.  While the last 30 ranged from increasing degrees of passionate anger to borderline psychotic and even threatening. After a few more calls to me, all which went unreturned, I knew I needed to take dramatic action.

It took a police officer friend of mine visiting him, playing back some of the messages for him and explaining to him how many federal and local laws he was breaking and that if I chose to press charges he would not only lose his scholarship, he could also be deported.  Thankfully I never heard from him again!

Now I make it a point to only talk to women and children and smiling unsuspecting tourists.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m one of those friendly new yorkers who does talk to people on the subway. In my youth I did manage to get asked out on dates.  </p>
<p>The first was a really handsome shy guy in a business suit who kept checking me out and then would look away.  After giving up my seat for an old gentleman I decided to approach him with the line: &#8220;How about those Yankees?&#8221; And we proceeded to chat for an hour, after which we exchanged numbers and he asked me out on a date.  It was during our first date that he offered he was into sex clubs and that sorta lifestyle.  Needless to say that is way out of my league, and told him so.  We parted amicably as strangers.  </p>
<p>A few years, I was riding the R train and sat next to a handsome Iranian grad student doing summer study at NYU.  We had such a great conversation we decided to continue chatting while having coffee under the stars at South St. Seaport.   It was a wonderful evening but I had to leave in order to visit my mother before leaving the next morning on a month long business trip overseas.  Before leaving though, we made plans for dinner for the weekend I returned home. </p>
<p>Upon returning home I discovered my voice mail was jammed full of messages, 57 in total varying in length and tone.  The first few messages began tender and sweetly.  The next few were of cute stanzas and original poems he&#8217;d written to me.  There were several calls made while he was drunk bordering on maudlin.  While the last 30 ranged from increasing degrees of passionate anger to borderline psychotic and even threatening. After a few more calls to me, all which went unreturned, I knew I needed to take dramatic action.</p>
<p>It took a police officer friend of mine visiting him, playing back some of the messages for him and explaining to him how many federal and local laws he was breaking and that if I chose to press charges he would not only lose his scholarship, he could also be deported.  Thankfully I never heard from him again!</p>
<p>Now I make it a point to only talk to women and children and smiling unsuspecting tourists.</p>
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		<title>By: George</title>
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		<dc:creator>George</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 18:20:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Married guy here.   I notice women are more flirty and ready to chit chat and get touchy when I'm wearing a wedding band than when I'm not.  

Maybe they think I'm a homo when I'm not wearing my band, and don't bother.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Married guy here.   I notice women are more flirty and ready to chit chat and get touchy when I&#8217;m wearing a wedding band than when I&#8217;m not.  </p>
<p>Maybe they think I&#8217;m a homo when I&#8217;m not wearing my band, and don&#8217;t bother.</p>
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		<title>By: Bean4000</title>
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		<dc:creator>Bean4000</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 18:11:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Last June, I jumped onto the subway with one of my friends, and a cute guy was standing there. I told him he had nice feet...and 8 months later we are living happily together. Sometimes it takes an assertive woman to get the job done!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Last June, I jumped onto the subway with one of my friends, and a cute guy was standing there. I told him he had nice feet&#8230;and 8 months later we are living happily together. Sometimes it takes an assertive woman to get the job done!</p>
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		<title>By: Kid Twist</title>
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		<dc:creator>Kid Twist</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:36:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;i&gt;When Patrick Moberg set eyes upon the cute girl sitting across from him, he shared an experience with every New York male: He fell in love with the cute girl on the subway.&lt;/i&gt;

Well, not &lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt; New York male. Some of us New York males can't help but falling for the cute &lt;i&gt;guy&lt;/i&gt; across the car :)

And we're also too shy to say anything.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><i>When Patrick Moberg set eyes upon the cute girl sitting across from him, he shared an experience with every New York male: He fell in love with the cute girl on the subway.</i></p>
<p>Well, not <i>every</i> New York male. Some of us New York males can&#8217;t help but falling for the cute <i>guy</i> across the car <img src='http://secondavenuesagas.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>And we&#8217;re also too shy to say anything.</p>
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		<title>By: Tamas</title>
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		<dc:creator>Tamas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Mar 2008 17:27:37 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It's funny to read, because I had competely different experience. When I was in New York I was amazed how much strangers talked to each other on the trains. I spent a week there (I know it's not much) and mostly I was hiding behind my iPod, but still I had at least one conversation per day. That's really unique, in Washington, DC. or back in my home country, Hungary you can ride the train for years (OK, months) without being talked to.
The conversation topics were really varied, from complaining about the MTA to the cute little child who was giggling to everyone.

That one of the things I love about NY, don't make me think I just had the luck to find all the talkative guys of the city. :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It&#8217;s funny to read, because I had competely different experience. When I was in New York I was amazed how much strangers talked to each other on the trains. I spent a week there (I know it&#8217;s not much) and mostly I was hiding behind my iPod, but still I had at least one conversation per day. That&#8217;s really unique, in Washington, DC. or back in my home country, Hungary you can ride the train for years (OK, months) without being talked to.<br />
The conversation topics were really varied, from complaining about the MTA to the cute little child who was giggling to everyone.</p>
<p>That one of the things I love about NY, don&#8217;t make me think I just had the luck to find all the talkative guys of the city. <img src='http://secondavenuesagas.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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