Señor Jock

Riding the train at night makes me super aware of just how many men are on board. The ratio is something like 5:1, which makes me slightly uncomfortable, and definitely more observant...(except for these little blogging interludes).

Tonight, Señor Jockstrap has boarded the train, laid down his leather coat and is quickly (very quickly) making himself at home. He pulls a bottle of lotion out of his stuffed gym bag, squirts and rubs it into his hands, and then sits back, arms up over both opposing headrests as if waiting for the intoxicating powers of an Axe body lotion to take effect. He's fidgety too. Minutes later, he's sitting cross-legged, stretched across two seats, with his bag and coat stretched across another two. Uh oh, he's getting dressed again. We must be getting close. Lol #ICan't!!