Can you really find love in a big city? Will you ever find a love like the love that you get from the Tube.
I have never been one for the big romance. You know, the birds in the sky and the violins in the background. I don’t do flowers and puppies, and much prefer a good game of rugby and a few pints at the pub.
Just like my imaginary love (the Tube), my knight in shining armor doesn’t have to be perfect. All I want is for someone to take me to places I have never been before, to keep me warm, to remind me to ‘mind the gap’ and someone who will carry my (emotional) baggage. Is that really so much to ask for?
Where is ‘Mr. Right’? It seems like all guys these days are only ‘Mr. Right Now’. Could it be the guy you play ping-pong eyes with every morning on your way to work, awkwardly avoiding eye contact for longer than five seconds?
Maybe the guy that offered you his seat? Or did he mistake your wine belly for a baby bump?
Or is he the guy that pushed you out of the way to make sure he was on the Tube before the doors closed on him? The road to true love is never smooth.
Who are we kidding? You’re not going to find him on the Tube. Anyway, wouldn’t you rather be having a few sneaky sippies with the girls… way better than ‘Mr Right Now’.