Tales from the Transit Line

Tales from the Transit Line

Report from the Morning Commute:

Ten minutes into their first date, they both should have known it wasn’t going to work.

“He said to me: ‘Relax, princess,'” reported the scorned girl. “So I gave him a backhand to the face,” she added, demonstrating awkwardly for her two confidants.

Still, she made plans to see him again, coordinating the rendezvous via text, until she discovered she was texting with her potential boyfriend’s brother and not the bachelor himself.

“How would I know who I am talking to? I can’t see him,” she asked, rhetorically.

“What a weirdo,” one friend noted, supportively.

But the determined bride-to-maybe-someday-be eventually got the prankster’s actual number, and attempted to get to know him better.

While “bickering playfully,” however, he announced he didn’t like her personality and declared that they wouldn’t see each other again.

She responded with tears and he, again, proclaimed that she should “relax.”