Bossy has become just a little obsessed with subwaycrush.com, the latest social networking site that focuses on missed connections. Divided by city—including New York, Boston, Chicago, San Francisco, and London—people leave messages for fellow subway passengers they didn’t have the nerve to meet when they had the chance.
I noticed you sitting down. We locked eyes for a split second longer than normal before both looking away. You stood up and the guy in the doorway took your seat.
Were you the guy who locked eyes with this girl? If you’re not sure, here’s another hint: you stood up. And if there’s a doubt remaining in your mind: when you stood up, a guy took your seat. Hurry and respond already!
Or how about this one:
I saw you again this evening—3rd time! Alabama sweatshirt and NC shorts. I really really want to talk to you or just get another smile.
And Bossy can totally relate, because often when she wants to meet someone on the subway, here’s what she does: she gets off the subway. Then she walks home, turns on her computer, and leaves the guy a message on subwaycrush.com. It’s as good as talking, really, because then when you see him again Oh Sister Mercy you have another chance to talk, so here’s what you do: You get off the subway. Again. You go home, turn on your computer, and leave the guy another message on a website he doesn’t read. Rinse and repeat.
Or how about this one:
Stripe Shirt, Stripe Pants, I do not know if this is a fashion faux pas and I do not care.
Because Bossy isn’t really sure if you should begin your relationship with an insult. It’s just a suggestion. Or how about this one?
I don’t know what to say other than: I would normally be repulsed by all your tattoos and black wardrobe, but I kinda liked the way you looked.
That is so, so sweet. And while Bossy thinks she read something just like this in a Hallmark card, here’s the thing: it’s better if you really like something about the person you are trying to court. And it’s even better if you have something in common, for instance this:
You— cute hipster guy in sweaty green shirt, little hat with striped band, reading The Jungle.
Me— sitting next to you, reading over your shoulder, from Bedford to Union Square.
Let me know when you get to the part with the rats.
Sweaty green shirt aside, isn’t it darling that they already have a shared interest in literature?
In Other News: don’t miss Bossy’s new feature now residing in her left column: Bossy’s Featured Gay!