Broad St Line Nov 1st
We got on at City Hall station. I got off at Cecil B. around 8pm on Wednesday. The break dancing family was talking to me but you and I kept exchanging glances.
We locked eyes as I was leaving and I smiled. Was kinda hoping you’d hop off and get my digits.
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Frankford Terminal Septa Employee
Not that you will ever see this but I wanted to let you know that you are incredibly sexy. I enjoy walking by you every morning and seeing your gorgeous smile, you are usually at the top of the steps.
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Lexus KBX-1851 on Germantown trying to kill everyone
Hey, thanks for endangering the lives of everyone in Chestnut Hill as you drove into oncoming traffic just to pass a SEPTA bus. My kids are 5 and 8 and I’m glad wherever you were going was more important than their lives or the lives of the people going about their daily lives you disgusting pig.
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Stunning blonde left the SEPTA at Fern Rock
I had my card out to give you my number, but thought you would leave the train somewhere in center city and missed my window. Tell me what you did a couple minutes into the ride and I’ll treat you to a coffee or some lunch!
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Megabus 11/8 NYC to Philly
I guess you were sitting in front of me the whole ride and I didn’t notice until the lights came on and I moved across the aisle to wait for my friend to get his stuff. You heard my friend ask if I had my stuff and I looked at my Red Bull and said “yep seems like it… wait Idk why I’m acting like this redbull is everything I own” and you laughed. You were cute ! I would have liked to talk to you while my friend was sleeping haha.
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30th Street Tuesday afternoon 4:00
Caught your eye earlier at 30th Street and by the septa rail board. Maybe recognize you from when I flashed you my junk on the NHSL a few years ago? I was getting hard on the seat across from you and whipped it out for you. Let me know.
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The man on my morning train – (Fox chase line)
Today was the first time I saw you before we got off at suburban. I don’t know who you are and I may never but you are a BABE wow. Most likely you know this already (how could you not) but in the case you read this just know you are incredibly handsome. You have a black/gray sleeve and always wear khakis. That butt. Dang.
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30th Street Station Angel
You were waiting on the platform on Saturday morning for the train to Thorndale, all bundled up against the cold. I saw you from behind, your silky black hair weaving a spell on my attention. Then I saw your angelic face, and it made my heart skip a beat or two or three. When we got on the train, we sat in the same row, but we were separated by miles by the aisle. I got off at Bryn Mawr Station, but you continued on your journey to whereabouts unknown. But in my imagination, we struck up a conversation, and everything changed.