Learning new things

Four things that I have recently learned while taking the subway in New York City:

1) Just because I have earphones in my ears does not mean that the whole subway car can't hear me singing along to the Scissor Sisters. It just means that I probably can't hear myself.

2) No amount of clearing my throat and sighing heavily will get someone to stop leaning on the pole while I am holding onto it.

3) Certain men will not talk to me during my morning commute but they WILL read the jacket cover of the book I'm reading with their faces right up close to it, and then proceed to stare at me until I change cars. (This has happened to me twice. I wonder what my reading material says about me? Maybe it says I'm a latent serial killer or an undercover sex kitten and he can't look away for fear I will attack him while he's not paying attention. D'ya think?)

4) Certain OTHER men will also not talk to me during my morning commute but will that make that little clicking sound or, better yet, that hissing sound that either means they like what they see or they are from the Congo and never learned modern forms of communication.

I like learning new things.

Katherine has a seemingly endless supply of funny things to tell me that make it into this blog. She just found this on the internet and for that I thank her profusely. If you've got a hot twat and you're not afraid to brag about it, buy this t-shirt. Woo-hoo!

Something embarassing that I did at a party the other night just flashed in my brain this morning as I was banging on my incessantly beeping smoke detector. I have this thing where I kiss people on the nose. It all started with Jamie during some drunken night at Kemia and it has continued as part of my pathological drunk behavior. It means that I think what you just said to me is funny or cute or something like that. It is also indicative of the fact that I tend to lose my sense of reasonable physical boundaries after I have imbibed a certain amount of alcohol. Anyway, someone I had just met said something that for the life of me I cannot remember. I leaned in to kiss his nose and he moved and I kissed his mouth. And I think I scared the hell out of him. So if he is reading this (which is highly unlikely) and remembers this little incident I would like to say the following specifically to him, although it might be good for all of you to read it since it is conceivable that I will owe you a similar apology in the future. So here goes:

a) I was aiming for your nose and yes, I am aware that is very weird

b) I am so sorry that I scared you

c) I left right after that and never had the chance to apologize.

Don't you love when embarassing behavior comes back to haunt you like 3 days too late? Or does that only happen to me?