Thursday, September 03, 2009

Dude, You're Totally Hot

Hello, hello, B&E readers! It's that time of year again! That's right! It's the US Open Tennis in Flushing Meadows Corona Park! And we all know what that means! Regular 7 train passengers can smell the fear emanating off the rich preppies who decided to slum it with the locals!

Alas, there are still the freaky locals, too. And a couple of nights ago, I was getting a late-ish (and not terribly full) 7 train home. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a body lifted up toward the ceiling. When I looked over, it was just the man sitting a couple of seats away from me doing a chin up on the handrail above our heads.

He was quite the beefcake in his tight t-shirt and jeans, a muscly specimen of lactic acid and creatine.

I went back to my reading material, and he did another chin-up. When I looked over at him this time, I noticed that after sitting back down, he was checking out how his muscles looked in the window reflection across the car from him. He was doing a couple of flexes to check out his triceps.

This pattern went on during the long underwater passage between Grand Central and Vernon-Jackson, the first stop in Queens. That's when he got off the train.

But I'd never seen someone like this beefcake before. He was obviously very self-conscious about his appearance, wanting his muscles to look just so. But he also very obviously didn't give a shit about looking like a total douche on the 7 train.

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At 10:35 AM , Blogger Carrie said...

I am really glad to see "douchebag" staging a comeback as an epithet.


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