“A crowded subway,” the old announcement says “is no excuse for sexual misconduct.” It is also not generally the place of pleasant smells. Luckily early one Friday evening on the ever hip and usually attractive L train there was a whiff of something that would have set anyone’s hormones on fire.
It was a pheromone perfume and it was hard to tell who exactly on this subway was wearing it but everyone was feeling it’s affects. Couples were getting 2am close at 7pm. Single folks’ eyes darted around the train eyeballing the hip and sexy young crowd looking for someone to chat up. Continue reading