Well, this is one way to meet the girl you saw on the subway

[2muchcoffeeman]

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20071109/od_nm/subway_dc_1

Good on 'im for trying.

 

[Clever username]

I give it two months. Tops.

 

[Claws for Concern]

Sounds like a lame movie in the making to me. Cue that lame James Blunt song now.

 

[Barsuk]

I remember this movie ... wasn't the dude from NSYNC in it?

 

[Guy_Incognito]

Didn't Randy Wolf once try this?

Wasn't he supposed to win the Cy Young?

 

[Perry White]

I remember this movie ... wasn't the dude from NSYNC in it?

And Sammy Sosa, Eric Young, and Damon Buford... http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0279286/fullcredits#cast

 

[mike311gd]

I need to learn how to make a Web site.

 

[The Big Ragu]

Has anyone from NYSportsJournalists.com ever met a woman and got her phone number during the course of a subway ride? Does this happen?

I never have, but it's almost a lifelong dream -- even if I don't ever call her, I just want to know I have pulled it off at least once. It's difficult. Short window of opportunity, you have no idea when she might get off and it is an unnatural setting to be hitting on women. It sort of, almost came up for me last week. A beautiful woman was sitting next to me on the subway during the middle of the day reading something. All of a sudden she blurted out, "Oh ****. I missed my stop." So I said something about how what she was reading must be really good. And that led to a smile and a three-minute conversation... before she got off at the next stop to switch back to the uptown train. She gave me a smile and a "nice to meet you," and that was that.

It's funny that someone posted this story, because I had the thought at the time, "Well, what more can you do in that situation?"

 

[Clever username]

Um, get off with her and ask her out or for her number?

 

[The Big Ragu]

Um, get off with her and ask her out or for her number?

Aside from my social anxiety issues and my hypersensitivity to doing anything that seems stalkerish, I was on the subway because I was on my way to a lunch meeting with someone. But the suggestion is legit if you are willing to risk the awkwardness of the interaction.

 

[Clever username]

You know, I was going to add the caveat of not having the time to jump back on another train but decided against it for some reason.

And I shouldn't criticize, I have no idea how she said "Nice to meet you." If she lingered, added a "well" at the beginning, looked back when she got off, then I would have made my friend wait. If she was quick with her goodbye and disappeared from the train even quicker, then no big loss. It was probably somewhere in between, though, which is far worse. That leaves you hanging and wondering.

 

[The Big Ragu]

Not to totally take over the thread. But there was nothing special about the nice to meet you. I might have gotten a flirtatious smile, but sometimes I don't read these things well. And the meeting wasn't with a friend. It was business, and it was fairly important. Either way, I still wouldn't have gotten off. Split second decision, and I wouldn't have had the balls.

 

[Clever username]

Ah. Well, then you were right, what more can you do?

 

[Sxysprtswrtr]

It's such a crapshoot, though.

I'm a southerner and will often go out of my way to exchange pleasantries with strangers ... and even moreso strangers who are quite hideous in appearance and therefore would die of total awkwardness if said nasty guy were to jump off the train and ask for my number.

 

[mike311gd]

Has anyone from NYSportsJournalists.com ever met a woman and got her phone number during the course of a subway ride? Does this happen?

I never have, but it's almost a lifelong dream -- even if I don't ever call her, I just want to know I have pulled it off at least once. It's difficult. Short window of opportunity, you have no idea when she might get off and it is an unnatural setting to be hitting on women. It sort of, almost came up for me last week. A beautiful woman was sitting next to me on the subway during the middle of the day reading something. All of a sudden she blurted out, "Oh ****. I missed my stop." So I said something about how what she was reading must be really good. And that led to a smile and a three-minute conversation... before she got off at the next stop to switch back to the uptown train. She gave me a smile and a "nice to meet you," and that was that.

It's funny that someone posted this story, because I had the thought at the time, "Well, what more can you do in that situation?"

I came close to that one time. ...

A couple years ago while living in New York, I had a second interview for a job, so I boarded the subway en route to a downtown office. I grabbed a newspaper and took my seat. Being unemployed at the time -- hence the job interview -- I was reading the classified ads when, all of the sudden, I see this striking woman looking in my direction. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, a fantastic smile with legs that went on for miles.

I don't know where I found the courage, but I looked at her, smiled and said, "Hello." She smiled and asked me if I was looking for work. Embarrassed, I lied and told her I was looking at the stock quotes. She laughed and we spoke for a couple minutes until she needed to get off at the next stop. She asked me if I wanted to go with her, and I hesitated, thought for a second and got off the train with her, and, a few minutes later, we wound up in her hotel room.

Well, things were going swimmingly in the room. Before she went to the bathroom, she told me to make myself comfortable. But what did she mean? I didn't know. So I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. "She can't accuse me of not being comfortable," I thought to myself. Then she came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a black lingerie. She was absolutely stunning.

Then it happened. She took off my clothes, stripping me down to my boxers. And much to my surprise, she grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them to the bed posts. I thought this was odd, but it was always a guilty pleasure of mine to be dominated by a woman worlds out of my class. But then she went to the bathroom, which I thought was strange. So there I am, handcuffed to the bed and sitting in my underwear. I was nervous, so I just began chatting about the first thing that came to my mind: "My mother used to walk around the house naked." To this day, I don't know why I would mention that. I mean, my mother was uglier than Hazel (you know, from that television show). Anyway, she actually didn't seem too weirded out by that, which was great. And she came out of the bathroom.

I was stunned. Not because of her beauty, although she was still ravishing, but she was completely dressed again. Completely baffled, I asked her what was going on, and before she answered me, she started rifling through my clothes. She pulled out my wallet and said, "$8? I wasted my morning for $8?" "You're robbing me?" I asked. Then she took my clothes and left me in the hotel room, chained to the bed, freezing in my underwear.

And I didn't even get her number.

 

[Clever username]

Has anyone from NYSportsJournalists.com ever met a woman and got her phone number during the course of a subway ride? Does this happen?

I never have, but it's almost a lifelong dream -- even if I don't ever call her, I just want to know I have pulled it off at least once. It's difficult. Short window of opportunity, you have no idea when she might get off and it is an unnatural setting to be hitting on women. It sort of, almost came up for me last week. A beautiful woman was sitting next to me on the subway during the middle of the day reading something. All of a sudden she blurted out, "Oh ****. I missed my stop." So I said something about how what she was reading must be really good. And that led to a smile and a three-minute conversation... before she got off at the next stop to switch back to the uptown train. She gave me a smile and a "nice to meet you," and that was that.

It's funny that someone posted this story, because I had the thought at the time, "Well, what more can you do in that situation?"

I came close to that one time. ...

A couple years ago while living in New York, I had a second interview for a job, so I boarded the subway en route to a downtown office. I grabbed a newspaper and took my seat. Being unemployed at the time -- hence the job interview -- I was reading the classified ads when, all of the sudden, I see this striking woman looking in my direction. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, a fantastic smile with legs that went on for miles.

I don't know where I found the courage, but I looked at her, smiled and said, "Hello." She smiled and asked me if I was looking for work. Embarrassed, I lied and told her I was looking at the stock quotes. She laughed and we spoke for a couple minutes until she needed to get off at the next stop. She asked me if I wanted to go with her, and I hesitated, thought for a second and got off the train with her, and, a few minutes later, we wound up in her hotel room.

Well, things were going swimmingly in the room. Before she went to the bathroom, she told me to make myself comfortable. But what did she mean? I didn't know. So I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. "She can't accuse me of not being comfortable," I thought to myself. Then she came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a black lingerie. She was absolutely stunning.

Then it happened. She took off my clothes, stripping me down to my boxers. And much to my surprise, she grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them to the bed posts. I thought this was odd, but it was always a guilty pleasure of mine to be dominated by a woman worlds out of my class. But then she went to the bathroom, which I thought was strange. So there I am, handcuffed to the bed and sitting in my underwear. I was nervous, so I just began chatting about the first thing that came to my mind: "My mother used to walk around the house naked." To this day, I don't know why I would mention that. I mean, my mother was uglier than Hazel (you know, from that television show). Anyway, she actually didn't seem too weirded out by that, which was great. And she came out of the bathroom.

I was stunned. Not because of her beauty, although she was still ravishing, but she was completely dressed again. Completely baffled, I asked her what was going on, and before she answered me, she started rifling through my clothes. She pulled out my wallet and said, "$8? I wasted my morning for $8?" "You're robbing me?" I asked. Then she took my clothes and left me in the hotel room, chained to the bed, freezing in my underwear.

And I didn't even get her number.

**** you, George Costanza.

 

[The Big Ragu]

It's such a crapshoot, though.

I'm a southerner and will often go out of my way to exchange pleasantries with strangers ... and even moreso strangers who are quite hideous in appearance and therefore would die of total awkwardness if said nasty guy were to jump off the train and ask for my number.

Speaking as said nasty guy... Gee thanks.

 

[Sxysprtswrtr]

It's such a crapshoot, though.

I'm a southerner and will often go out of my way to exchange pleasantries with strangers ... and even moreso strangers who are quite hideous in appearance and therefore would die of total awkwardness if said nasty guy were to jump off the train and ask for my number.

Speaking as said nasty guy... Gee thanks.

hahaha. Wasn't meant that way. Any gal would love to have you hittin' on her silly.

 

[Clever username]

It's such a crapshoot, though.

I'm a southerner and will often go out of my way to exchange pleasantries with strangers ... and even moreso strangers who are quite hideous in appearance and therefore would die of total awkwardness if said nasty guy were to jump off the train and ask for my number.

Speaking as said nasty guy... Gee thanks.

hahaha. Wasn't meant that way. Any gal would love to have you hittin' on her silly.

What about him?

 

[mike311gd]

Has anyone from NYSportsJournalists.com ever met a woman and got her phone number during the course of a subway ride? Does this happen?

I never have, but it's almost a lifelong dream -- even if I don't ever call her, I just want to know I have pulled it off at least once. It's difficult. Short window of opportunity, you have no idea when she might get off and it is an unnatural setting to be hitting on women. It sort of, almost came up for me last week. A beautiful woman was sitting next to me on the subway during the middle of the day reading something. All of a sudden she blurted out, "Oh ****. I missed my stop." So I said something about how what she was reading must be really good. And that led to a smile and a three-minute conversation... before she got off at the next stop to switch back to the uptown train. She gave me a smile and a "nice to meet you," and that was that.

It's funny that someone posted this story, because I had the thought at the time, "Well, what more can you do in that situation?"

I came close to that one time. ...

A couple years ago while living in New York, I had a second interview for a job, so I boarded the subway en route to a downtown office. I grabbed a newspaper and took my seat. Being unemployed at the time -- hence the job interview -- I was reading the classified ads when, all of the sudden, I see this striking woman looking in my direction. She had long brown hair, blue eyes, a fantastic smile with legs that went on for miles.

I don't know where I found the courage, but I looked at her, smiled and said, "Hello." She smiled and asked me if I was looking for work. Embarrassed, I lied and told her I was looking at the stock quotes. She laughed and we spoke for a couple minutes until she needed to get off at the next stop. She asked me if I wanted to go with her, and I hesitated, thought for a second and got off the train with her, and, a few minutes later, we wound up in her hotel room.

Well, things were going swimmingly in the room. Before she went to the bathroom, she told me to make myself comfortable. But what did she mean? I didn't know. So I took off my shoes and laid on the bed. "She can't accuse me of not being comfortable," I thought to myself. Then she came out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a black lingerie. She was absolutely stunning.

Then it happened. She took off my clothes, stripping me down to my boxers. And much to my surprise, she grabbed my wrists and handcuffed them to the bed posts. I thought this was odd, but it was always a guilty pleasure of mine to be dominated by a woman worlds out of my class. But then she went to the bathroom, which I thought was strange. So there I am, handcuffed to the bed and sitting in my underwear. I was nervous, so I just began chatting about the first thing that came to my mind: "My mother used to walk around the house naked." To this day, I don't know why I would mention that. I mean, my mother was uglier than Hazel (you know, from that television show). Anyway, she actually didn't seem too weirded out by that, which was great. And she came out of the bathroom.

I was stunned. Not because of her beauty, although she was still ravishing, but she was completely dressed again. Completely baffled, I asked her what was going on, and before she answered me, she started rifling through my clothes. She pulled out my wallet and said, "$8? I wasted my morning for $8?" "You're robbing me?" I asked. Then she took my clothes and left me in the hotel room, chained to the bed, freezing in my underwear.

And I didn't even get her number.

**** you, George Costanza.

Oh. Did that happen to George Costanza, too? He played Chandler in "Friends," right?