1st Ave, and the L to Bedford Ave
I would of probably expected he was a failed model or struggling actor.
He was attractive. Broad and muscular. But Short.
There was something about him.
Something ‘not quite right’.
He sat next to me on the metal bunker, near the bottom of the stairs to the 1st ave platform, and commented on calling this spot as he saw it.
His voice was muffled by my ipod and passing trains. I glanced up and nodded, replacing my headphones.
Unperturbed, he asked me about my day.
This, i have come to realize, is more often than not, a filler question. A way of getting to talking about their day, and the reason the individual is so eager to talk to someone on the subway this particular day.
As it turned out, he was on a job hunt. I was at least partially right. after pursuing a career in film in California for most of his life, he had moved to New York, and was working a children’s swimming instructor.
or rather was looking for work as a children swimming instructor.
That day he had had two interviews.
He was hopeful for both.
That said, he was worried about the stress and strain he knew would come with his chosen career. I was shocked the children (which for me would be the main cause for alarm) were the one aspect he was confident, would not be a problem. however, long periods submerged in his new watery habitat, was not such a welcome proposition. I managed to conceal my amusement at his suggestions to prevent hypothermia and pneumonia; side effects to his new job.
A full wet suit.
Heat packs under his suit.
I hope he got a job.
September 27th 2008
