The Second Moon of Adonis

I was on my way out of the Orinda BART station when the breathtakingly handsome man standing there in the dark in the passenger pickup area raised a hand to get my attention.

I pulled off my iPod headphones and looked at him. He was slightly taller than me, and probably a good 10 years younger, with what looked like light brown hair under the deceptive light of the streetlamps outside the station. I got instantly nervous, like I always do when I’m approached by someone as beautiful as this stranger was.

He asked me the time, and I fumbled for my phone. When I finally found it in the deep pocket of my leather jacket, I noticed he had knelt down slightly and was looking up at my face, smiling.

“9:30,” I stammered.

“9:30?” he repeated. He was absolutely grinning at me, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. “Thank you,” he said, then reached over and squeezed my arm, still beaming at me with that sexy, heart-melting grin. “Thank you.”

I turned and started walking toward the parking lot, where I’d left my car. When I finally turned around to smile back, he was gone.

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[Scott, don't look. You've been warned.]

I got a little ego boost to start my day today.

I was riding my BART train into the office today, in my own little world, as usual. Sunglasses on, headphones turned up, happily air-drumming away in the back of the train car on my way to work.

As anyone who’s seen Trainstalking already knows, I usually keep an eye on who else is riding the train. This time it was fairly empty, except the guy sitting across from me in the last row on the other side of the train. I glanced over and fired up the camera, thinking he’d make a good addition to the site. He saw me looking over, and smiled at me.

That’s relatively unusual. I’m not used to people smiling at me on the train unless I lose my balance at a stop and fall into them. In those cases, a smile is the best thing that can happen; it gets worse, depending on what kind of person it is and how hard I fall into them.

He was a good-looking guy. Latin, well dressed, probably in his mid-to-late twenties, and he had a great smile. I smiled back… I couldn’t help it.

I shot a couple pictures and went back into my own little commuter world, listening to some Pansy Division and flipping through the pictures I’d just shot of the unsuspecting guy across the train. I noticed that, in every shot, he was looking straight at me. I figured I was finally busted.

I looked back over at him from behind my sunglasses, sure he’d be getting ready to jump across the train and strangle me. He didn’t. He just smiled at me again, and glanced down at his lap.

When I looked down, I noticed he was rubbing a very obvious hard-on through his jeans, and a minute or two later had his pants unzipped and pulled it out to show it off to me.

No, I didn’t get pictures of that, and yes, I did get off at my usual stop and went to work, though I suspect he’d have been happy to make me late.

Next time I complain about getting old, remind me I can still get cute guys more than 10 years younger than me to whip out their dicks, wouldjya?

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According to Wikipedia, “Hai (亥) is the twelfth sign of the Earthly Branches. Its animal representation is the Pig (豬). In Chinese culture, the pig is associated with fertility and virility. To bear children in the year of the pig is considered very fortunate, for they will be happy and honest.”

I don’t know much about Chinese astrology, but you can’t live anywhere near San Francisco without hearing about the celebrations throughout the downtown area the last couple of weeks, ushering in the Year of the Pig.

I’m already seeing signs that things are different this (Chinese) year compared to the last one. Things that make my inner pig (though I’m actually a horse, wink wink) extremely happy. Things like the skateboarder on this morning’s BART train.

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I got a little trigger-happy today while waiting in line to pick up lunch at a local place that makes some pretty decent burritos.

Forget the rice and beans — I’d like some of this wrapped up in a tortilla. I’ll refrain from any comments about hot sauce.

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The post-holiday crunch at work is finally starting to wind down, thank God. The last couple months have been a non-stop series of trying to fix one thing fast enough to be able to start working on the next thing that breaks. There have been dead servers, buggy code, failing storage, and just about every form of mayhem that can happen to a major website, but we managed to keep the beast running long enough that we’re finally starting to come out the other end.

Of course, that just means that now we’ve finally got some time to do all the things we had to put off to take care of emergencies, so I don’t see my workload getting lighter any time soon. Still, having a million things to do isn’t nearly as stressful as having a thousand things to do right now, so I’ll count the current situation as a good thing.
I’m also hoping that the end of the holiday season will also mark an end to the serious dearth of cute BART riders the last couple months. There was one promising omen today, though: the original BART Boy and the sleeping cuddler were both on my morning train, though a little too far away for me to get any good pictures. If it happens again tomorrow, though, I’m ready. I just picked up a new phone today (an HP iPaq 6945) with a much better camera than the old Treo 650. I’m just going to have to remember to make damn sure I keep the flash turned off.

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There haven’t been much in the way of photogenic BART riders as of late. It may be the colder weather we’ve been having; it’s hard to spot a cute guy when he’s buried under several layers of wool and has a hood pulled over his head.

However, this morning more than made up for the recent shortage, when I found myself right in the middle of a pair of them. First, the one to my left, who had a certain boyish Corey Hart thing going.

However, cute though Lefty may have been, I have say he was a bit upstaged by the guy on my right. He looked a bit like a young Bruce Campbell, which might almost be enough for me to have crowned him Hottest Guy on the BART for December 5, 2006. It turns out that was the least of his charms, though.

Righty, it seems, must have had a long night last night, and he fell asleep almost immediately after sitting down next to me. Then, just a moment after I snuck this shot of him, we hit a rough stretch of track. He bounced around a bit, wobbled, and settled back down with his head resting on my shoulder. It only lasted a couple minutes, and he had flopped back the other way before he woke up, so he may never know the tender moments the two of us shared, cuddled up together in the back of the BART.

Or maybe he does know, and I blew a really good chance to cop a cheap feel. Who knows?

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I didn’t know until I was getting off the train today what this one looked like from the front. If I had, I’d have shot more than just the back of his head. Major missed opportunity. I’ll be keeping an eye out for him on future late trips home.

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Turns out the view on the late trains isn’t bad, either. Thank the Lord for camera phones, and for giving me things to point mine at during my commutes. I love this town.

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One of the things I love most about my commute to work is the scenery.

Exhibit A: Frequently found at the back of the last train on days I’m running late. Forgive the image quality — crappy camera phones and moving trains are a bad combination.

If anyone from the office happens to read this, I hope it explains why I’ve been coming in a bit later recently.

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