Don’t look at his junk, don’t look at his junk.
There is just something about subway’s that introduce you to the most awkward situations you never wish you went through. Yesterday at the tube, I experienced one. I was in a packed carriage (subway car) and were one of the lucky ones who snagged an actual seat. But it didn’t take long for the carriage to be packed enough where somebody is now standing in front of you. But this somebody happens to be an overly attractive man who could of easily been torn out of a GQ magazine and who was now directly facing me. He was standing. I was sitting. And it didn’t help that everything from waist below was basically 1 inch away from me.
So there I was, covering my giggles by reverting my eyes to every other direction besides what was in front of me. I was laughing to myself like an idiot because I wanted to prevent looking straight ahead by all means. The lady next to me then started laughing and nudging me in the arm, she too noticing what was going on. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “at least this mate is an attractive one, yeah? It could of been a lot worse, fancy a seat trade?” I started laughing more and covered my face, I attempted to put my head down but then remembered the situation that was going on in front of me. I had my entire carriage begin to contagiously laugh, I looked ridiculous dodging this guy’s complete lower body. For the past 10 minutes I was playing the, “Don’t look at his junk” game. It was the longest 3 stops in the world.
