Muckefuck: Mack daddy of the redline

[muckefuck]

When I called e. last night, she had just gotten back from class. I just got in a half-hour ago myself, I told her, but I have an really good reason. "There was this adorable guy on the train," I explained, "and he didn't get off until Grand. So I rode to Lake, got out, and took the train back."

"That is really sad," she said. "You rode to Grand just to keep looking at a cute guy?"

"Hey, I talked to him!" I said. "If I were just looking, I agree, it would be pathetic." As it is, it was just...impulsive?

I spotted him on the Evanston train. I stayed way too late writing up that last entry (which no one but sfkuma has commented on, you beyatches) and ate dinner locally. He was on the opposite side of the car, talking away on a cell phone. Medium-long thick brown hair in a slightly askew topnot; rosy, rounded cheeks, fuzzy light brown beard, bright eyes, animated demeanour--think a younger, thinner Bryn Terfel. Yes, young! I usually don't go for guys my age or younger, but he radiated.

When it came time to change trains at Howard, I made sure to follow him into the car. He sat near the door at I got the seat at a right angle to his. One call followed another as I tried to think of an opening line that didn't sound too cheesy; I thought I might not have a chance to deliver it before he got off anyway. From this close, the fur spurting up from under his collar was unmistakable. I was thinking, Why am I trying to pick up a guy on the train when I have a boyfriend? But, face it, it's fun to try your luck even if you can't keep the prize.

Finally, he hung up and pulled out a large red book. (What kind? A self-help book? Ooh! Second strike--the first being an overheard complaint about the lack of fair-trade coffee at Starbucks.) After discarding "You know something? You are simply adorable!" as being way too creepy, I finally said:

"May I ask you something? How long are you going to grow your hair?"

And we were off! Almost immediately, he said, "I've got to show you something" and pulled out a recent license photo with him in a huge white-boy 'fro. ("I had fun. I teased it out for that.") He turned out to be as voluble with me as with his friends on the phone, happily chatting away about his work, his plans, his living arrangements. He's a canvasser for Greenpeace (to quote e., "Eww!"), so I mentioned my one experience with canvassing, for the Human Rights Campaign Fund. You probably wouldn't know this unless you're into gay rights or leftist causes, but it's actually a GLB civil rights lobby.

I think he knew, because shortly afterward, he started talking about how he had expected to meet more cute women at the Greenpeace office. "It's all guys....There's one woman, who's a really nice lesbian." Am I a paranoid to interpret this as a coded "I'm straight but cool with homos" message? I'd be fibbing if I said that wasn't a disappointment, but, hey, I still got to chat with a really cute guy--even if he was too idealistic for my taste.

I was relating all this to Nuphy when I got home and he was like, "You didn't even get a phone number or address?" I said, "I know his first name and where he works. I could find him if I wanted to." But I don't. If I see him on the train again, I'll chat him up. Maybe he'll react warmly and maybe he won't--I've had plenty of exhilirating first chats which were no indicator of any continuing interest. At the very least, more eye-candy on that line is always appreciated.

Comments

[alfaboy.livejournal.com]

LOL on the whole thing. I especially like "But, face it, it's fun to try your luck even if you can't keep the prize." And i think "I'm straight but cool with homos" would make a *great* tee shirt.

[bunj.livejournal.com]

I'll keep an eye out for him. Greenpeace canvasers are often out in front of the AI. If you see him again, you might want to suggest he get that beat. There is usually a good male-to-female ratio (unless you're holding out on him forgetting that whole straight thing).

[aadroma.livejournal.com]

You have more guts than I; I only have the guts to just ... look and admire ... especially on the Red Line. :: laugh ::

It also doesn't help that usually guys I'm drawn to are a good foot and a half taller and two hundred pounds heavier than me, making just hitting on one without having some security of still having my teeth a little shaky. ^_-

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

But you're a small guy. With glasses. What kind of brute would take a swipe at you? You could get away with stuff I never dreamed of!

[aadroma.livejournal.com]

Now I'm curious to hear what you think I can get away with ^_-

[muckefuck.livejournal.com]

Dude! I've seen you get mad snuggles from any hot guy who goes by just by asking them! When I try that, I get half your success rate--at best.

[o-nut.livejournal.com]

I applaud your boldness.