Le Métro

I like to play a little game along the lines of Fuck, Marry, Kill while I ride the subway each day in Paris. The thing is, the subway isn't always that pleasant. Very often, there is a smelly mofo who just smells up the fucking train. But typically, there is also at least somebody present who's cute enough to make up for it. (Shout-out: Random guy with longish, curly hair, who was wearing dark neutral tones the other day!! You had potential, even with your strange gait. [I just described most of Paris...]) I don't look them in the eye...seriously, no one seems to make eye contact with strangers here!! But I nevertheless glance around the car. It helps pass the time.

Plus, it's innocent enough. I'm not planning on fucking anyone. I think meeting on the subway requires a little more coyness than that. At least a drink in bar in a semi-popular neighborhood. Also, it can never be that fruitful because it very often ties into my soon-to-be-proposed game show: "Is he gay or just European?"