I was sitting down on the subway car thinking of making a play on a Turkish girl to my left. I knew she was Turkish because she was speaking Turkish with her two friends before they cheek kissed her goodbye and made a loud exit like only Turks know how. But she had a Blackberry and a slight resemblance to my wonderful Turkish mother, so I decided to inspect my fingernails instead to see if they needed trimming.
At the next stop two guys and two girls came onto the train. They paired off as they sat and all seemed like just friends. I’m not an expert on body language but at 29 I think I know if two people are fucking or not. They held my attention, partly because I was done looking at my fingernails but also because of their exceptionally clear Spanish. Their minimal use of slang and clear enunciation told me they definitely were not from dirty Mexico or Central America. Maybe they were from Colombia, I thought.
This was the last midnight train, and they were tired. Judging by their backpacks it looked like they studied at some library followed with a trip to some Washington DC forest to blaze. The girls rested their heads on their respective guy. The first guy put his arm around his girl and just let it hang there. They both closed their eyes. Go to sleep.
The second girl had her eyes closed on the second guy’s chest as well, but his eyes were opened. He was looking at the top of her head and stroking her hair, slowly and deliberately like she was a gentle flower with fine petals that easily come off. He would not take his eyes off her head. Just staring at her black hair covered skull. He did this for the next twenty minutes, stroking and touching and looking while she did not respond in any way. If I had to take a guess as to what he was thinking, it would be “If she ever leaves me I’m going to kill her and her family.” It was one of the creepiest things I’ve ever seen in my life, second only to an internet video I was tricked into watching of a grown man having sex with a horse. Actually I wasn’t tricked, I was curious, like any normal, well-balanced human being would be when presented with the opportunity to watch such an intriguing perversion of nature.
Physical affection is important in a healthy relationship, but it’s not natural to pet an unconscious girl who isn’t aware of your petting. The only exception is if the girl is in a coma and you are trying to bring her back to life. Creepy guys tend to be beta males, living absurd fantasies in their head because they can’t do it in real life until one day it comes out in a subway car and is noticed by an astute observer taking mental notes because he refuses to buy an iPod. It just didn’t add up to me that this beta male was in the position to stroke the head of a beautiful girl that I would personally get with in a heartbeat. It went against everything I have learned and experienced in the past seven years. I’ll get over it, I thought—this is just the exception and I shouldn’t change my world view just for this haunting display of affection.
Turns out that that won’t even be necessary.
When they all got up at their stop a surprise switch occurred. The girls held hands of the opposite guy as they walked off the train. Are they all just fuck buddies who swap partners like in an obese swingers farm or are they all just childhood friends? I don’t have to change shit. They’re just friends.Tweet Follow @rooshv
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They may be “just friends” but creepy dude is carrying a torch.
Maybe I like freaks, but I don’t find the hair stroking that freak. Was it just because she was sleeping? I think its hot when a guy strokes my hair.
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Maybe it was his sister?
And maybe the behavior is a bit weird by US standards, but I can say that by Latin American standards for “upscale” young people it’s not that unusual.
I’ve lived in Puerto Rico and hung around mostly the upper echelons of society, and found a lot of their behavior very weird.
It was almost like these people in PR were performing in a play during their daily lives, their behavior and actions were so calculated and theatrical. Sometimes it seemed they would do things not for any particular reason except to put on a show for others.
So maybe the guy patting the girl’s head was putting on a show for your benefit.
Roosh, you stayed in Argentina for what, 2 months? You didn’t notice any of this kind of Latin play-acting down there?
I found it very common in PR.
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What a surprise ending!
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I’ve gotta agree w/ Lemmonex. I have very fond memories of falling asleep while the (non-beta)guy I was with stroked my hair. It’s incredibly relaxing and very intimate in the least-sexual way possible.
I love stroking hair except for pubic and back hair…wait, what?
This was the last midnight train and you’re trying to make sense of behavior of strangers? (ie staring at someone’s head.) It might have been creepy, but were you drunk, were you sober, were you coming from 24 hours of being awake? Meaning, if you asked the guy, he might have said, “I can’t really see anything, I’m so baked.”
What if he had licked down the part at the top of her head? I mean do girls like that….
Yo, who’s the chick with the tiggs?
You can do better than this…
Yea, who *IS* the chick with the tiggs?
That’s VK lying down in the booth unconscious, so it’s no wonder he doesn’t remember her….
What would have been a great twist is if at the last stop the guys got up and held eachothers hands, and the women as they are holding eachothers hands gave eachother a kiss…….yeah ……wicked, twisted, mindfuck shit!!!
im more interested in those bitties than this story.
I’ll add to the growing greek chorus, tell us about the broad in the picture.
Girls dig guys who stroke their hair because it reminds them of their father.
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at this time i do not have additional information about the girl in the photo
what would you say about her anyhow other than whether or not she eventually succumbed to one of you advances?
^^^^^^^^^^^ Lmao nicee…
guess what ‘roosh’. You, are in fact the creep, unable to fathom simple cozy closeness and bounding from there to all sorts of weirdo conclusions about these Strangers on a Train.