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13 June 2007

The sensitive male. Bronx style. →[More:]

So, I'm at the Fordham Metro North station yesterday, waiting for the 3:38pm train, and, on the other end of the cement bench from me, are these two young guys, in their late teens maybe, engaged in a rather serious conversation.

Guy #1: Yeah, man. I wanna, like, be there for her on an emotional level, you know. I wanna meet her emotional needs.

(Guy #2 nods)

Guy #1: Cause, like, I just gotta be the first to get in that, you know what I'm sayin'? I mean, I can't stand the thought of someone gettin' in that before me.

He went on to describe his plans to work every shift he can this summer to save enough money to take his girl on a trip to Mexico. Apparently, she wants to go to Mexico. Sounds like love to me.

post by: Pips at: 13:39 | 9 comments

I can't stand the thought of someone gettin' in that before me.

This is exactly what drove Lewis & Clark to conquer the West.

posted by jonmc 13 June | 14:02

For some weird reason this made me tear up.

posted by tangerine 13 June | 14:03

That is cute. And "overheard in NY" moment.

posted by danf 13 June | 14:03

SSC: whenever I hear "get in that", I immediately think of spelunking.

posted by eamondaly 13 June | 15:24

whenever I hear "get in that", I immediately think of spelunking.

Think she'll cave in to the pressure?

posted by It's Raining Florence Henderson 13 June | 16:02

awwwwww . . . . he wants to meet her emotional needs.

how sweet.

posted by jason's_planet 13 June | 21:07

Yeah, because he figures, if he can fake that properly, it's a sure fire way to get into her pants.

posted by dg 13 June | 21:23

Hmm... I was at Fanelli's (Soho Italian joint that has somehow survived gentrification and the yuppie invasion--bingo and armoured-ant, the woman who came up to say hi to me last December works there) last weekend. Two thuggy industry (LAist: the only one that "matters" there) guys were sitting at the table next to me; one of them kept referring to the woman who was ostensibly the love of his life as bitch. I thought it was bad enough that my father used the word "woman" that way. 18 years ago Ice-T knew the words weren't synonyms for a loved one. What the fuck happened?

posted by brujita 14 June | 01:11

Thanks for the comments, folks. The Fordham station is ripe for material. (And sometimes just plain ripe. There were newspapers spread over a puddle of pee in the elevator this morning. Or perhaps the newspapers were there first?)

posted by Pips 14 June | 12:49

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