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Midnight Train Cowboy  By Colleen, Hipsterpad.com    |Email| I love hearing people's crazy stories. Anything odd that happens to them is fair game for my notebook. I’m easily amused. This is a true story: It was a dark, freezing, winter night. The heroine of our story was walking with her boyfriend from Center City to a subway station at around 11:30 p.m. People were yelling at them, looking at them and some people were just being drunks. She was on edge when they finally reached the platform. As they got onto the subway car she noticed a tall man staring at her. He had a huge fake, plastic smile, blond hair done up cowboy style and was wearing dark, extremely tight jeans, dark brown scuffed, leather cowboy boots, a button up collared shirt (which she believes was also denim) and a dark brown, bordering on black, worn leather jacket, which was wrinkled as if it had weathered more than a few storms. He continued to stare her down with his pale, pale blue eyes, shaded slightly by a fairly nondescript white cowboy hat. During the subway ride she averted his gaze and thought about how strange and creepy this man seemed. She made up stories in her head about him and his possibly dubious background. The subway stopped, bringing her thoughts back to the present. The girl and her boyfriend got off the subway and sure enough the "Midnight train cowboy" exited as well. The three of them were the only souls at this empty, dark subway stop. The glass revolving doors were feet in front of her. However, as a joke her boyfriend jumped ahead, cut her off and swung through the doors. She stepped in and then suddenly the cowboy slipped into her sector of the door as well. She was trapped between two glass walls with the man. He began to hysterically giggle and grind up behind her in a crazy dance, which she demonstrated for me. His moves were like the trotting of a mad, giggling pony. Her boyfriend turned around as if to say, "Hahaha. I cut you off," only to see the "Midnight Cowboy" doing his insane dance behind her in the narrow section of the revolving door. Her boyfriend's jaw dropped and he was in utter disbelief at the scene that was going down mere inches away from him. As soon as she had the space, our heroine bolted up the steps, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. Her boyfriend followed and apologized profusely. The pair didn't have long to dwell on their mishap. They were on a mission. Earlier in the evening they had synchronized their watches for 11:50 p.m., in order to get to Wendy's before it closed at midnight. She saw the Wendy's lights in the distance like a beacon of hope in the frigid air. As they moved closer to their ultimate goal, they looked at their watches and then looked at each other and said, "Damn, man," simultaneously. It was 12:15 p.m. - Colleen - Rate This Post ! Sponsor This Post Currently 3.88/5 1 2 3 4 5 Rating: 3.9/5 (42 votes cast) Comments steve fucking hilarious, i think i might be crushing on you a little... Laryssa Your imagery is stupendous! I can almost see the bulge of wrangler manhood throb with each rabid gyration! Colleen Hahaha sick. *Name: Email: Notify me about new comments on this page Hide my email *Text:

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