Sometimes they’re tiny, sometimes they’re enormous; while other times they become a haunting memory of a lifetime which can (and will) rob us of our mental peace at any given moment of a day.

It appeared to be a casual spring Monday which didn’t require a lot of attention, so I could easily enjoy the wellness possibilities offered by the morning rush-hour in our beloved subway.
To give you a picture of how filled the metro cars were, just imagine a suitcase so full that you’re unable to zip it, while half of your stuff is still laying on the floor, waiting to get in.
The Hungarian public transport is a treat.

One of the most pleasurable parts of this experience is the aroma therapy, which is done by people with various odors and whiffs. Luckily their knowledge of the craft was well developed through a few bottles of vodka from yesterday night, or the lack of desire to take advantage of their water sprinkler as the days went by. To achieve ultimate harmony, the spinning fans of the metrókocsi¹ would evenly distribute the scents all over the place, making it easier for all of us to equally enjoy it.

After years of training, none of the armpits or deadly breaths could disturb me.
When the wagon arrived to the place where I had to be, using tricks that would shame even the great Houdini; I managed to leave the scene, with no less than 139 ‘scuse me.

That was the moment when I saw Her.
Long, dark hair – wiggling at her waist, drawing my gaze upon her eloquent way of moving.
My pulse was still the same, until I noticed more and more details:
A spicy tattoo on her arm, paired with a punk-ish style clothing, deliberately painted black nails; and that beautiful swinging dark curtain she carried.
Back then, that was the definition of irresistible to my taste.

Both of us were heading the same direction, but the distance was against me. I could only admire her finesse through the mass in front of me, while my mind was already sewing the memories of our idyllic history, starting from marriage all the way to our first family picnic with the kids.

When the mob started to dissolve in the subway, I quickly realized that the only way to make this daydream bear fruit is to freshly act upon it.
As the moving staircase slowly brought us closer to the surface, I started taking faster steps with the intention of approaching, while I rehearsed “Carpe diem” in my most serious inner voice as a tool to fight fear.
When the first rays of daylight fell upon me, it was time to be brave and whisper “Now or never babe”
As the distance between me and the opportunity to score the phone number of the year started to shrink, my pulse intensely resented the amount of pressure this idea put on my body, but with every attempt to stop me, my steps only grew faster towards this graceful Queen.

She was just one step away, when I spoke up on a softly deepened voice to initiate:
“Hi, could you help me out with this?
then I pulled out my pre-set phone displaying a keyboard at the “Add new contanct” setting.
She turned around, looked me in the eye and said:
“I’m sorry sir, but…I’m a Hetero.”
After the shock my mind froze and before I could say that “I’m sorry, I thought you were a female” – my body let out a long sigh and expressed it’s disappointment with the words “Oh, okay…”, then I plodded away and tried to soothe my brain with the reasoning:
“At least I didn’t start to praise his ass, after envisioning him as the mother of my children while we’re having a picnic...”

Yep, that’s me.
Call me Silly, but in the end, I just love being a little clumsy.

Take care,
Erik

[Hungarian Dictionary]
Metrókocsi ¹ – Subway car