Ladies and gentlemen: The L Train has a blog.
That's right. No longer will L-train riders be forced to use Craigslist Missed Connections like the rest of the fools in New York who take the F/V, the G, the E, or god forbid the 1/2/3 line. Now, they can comment directly to each other- maybe even in real time-in a designated cool-kids only location.
Envision this: You are a cute girl, or a cute guy, whichever the case may be. You're on your way to work in the morning, praying that you make it on time for your 10 am meeting and wondering why people schedule meetings first thing in the morning at all, when all of a sudden the train lurches to a halt precisely thirty feet from where you would have been able to make your exit. Instead you are stuck in the train tunnel and as time ticks by, you get bored and scan the rest of the train car for other cute guys or cute girls or whatever. And lo and behold: there is one! Across the car from you leaning on the doors, pretending to read his or her book but really just using it as cover to avoid having to look directly into the eyes of the person on the middle pole facing them.
Just as you make eye contact and perhaps the other person smirks at you or whatever, the train starts again. Damn, you think, I would post this on Missed Connections but he/she will probably never see it because after all, it's so cluttered up with people from the Lower East Side and the Bronx and fucking Long Island (memo to Long Island: get your own Craigslist). Then, you remember that the L Train has a blog! Bingo! The very second you emerge from the subway station into the world above ground, you whip out your iPhone (if you're an asshole who owns an iPhone) and check LTB (I'm sure it will have some ridiculous nickname or other).
And there under Most Recent Comments: "Sexy Stranger in third car from front, just now" You knew it! He/she WAS looking at you! Quickly you post a comment of your own below theirs, "Saw you looking, let's meet for a drink."
"When?"
"Now?"
But...you check your watch. You're already late for your 10 am meeting. The hell with it.
"Coffee?"
"Drinks"
You arrange to meet at a bar near Union Square in ten. You L-train kids don't fuck around.
Now you finally have somewhere to post a missed connection about the ginger kid you used to always see that you were so fond of! HOORAY!
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