There is a major flaw in the concept of public mass transportation. There are so many people who use it, that there are slim chances every so often to encounter a single person who interests you. You look at that person and all you can think is “Holy GOD, a cute girl (or guy) is in the seat near me!” and then you realize, there is no good way to speak to them. You notice them, but have no idea if they notice you amongst the mass of people moving through the doors every so often when the vehicle stops. I hate this. As I stare across the blue line Max train to Portland City Center, I see a cute girl with bright eyes, dark hair, and big boots. She's gorgeous. Why don't I have the balls to say it? Probably because I'm sober. Or I  don't want to make a fool of myself in front of the entire train. But jesus, her eyes are alluring, and her face is set in a general sense of isolation from the rest of this behemoth speeding along side the freeway. Maybe she'll get off at the same stop as me. Maybe then I can say something. I can't even shoot a smile, it's too difficult to time it when she just so happens to be looking in my direction. She's thinking. I can see it from here. A look to her that says she has a mind that focuses on more than which band is playing that night. She looked in my direction. I felt that ping of anxiety, that rush that says “Fuck me! Maybe she's gonna say something, or smile, or just make more eye contact!” If only she had sat directly across from me, this entire concept might be that much easier. Commuters are all around me as we close towards my stop, where I can only hope she may join me so I may bring out some witty banter to entertain her. It's a bit of a pipe dream I guess. It never quite happens like that. Wouldn't it be nice if the entire world just rotated in such a way that perfection was attainable. An obnoxiously loud, and apparently drug addicted woman is taking me away from this utopia. It would give everyone that chance, that perfect chance to make an impression, and two out of three times, it would work, that third being the inevitable “I'm already with someone”. God I wish I could hit that woman with a shoe. She's really killing the vibe in my head. Sometimes you really need a gun just to silence the chaff. So back to utopia, this would be perfect. She would look at me and smile, forget whatever was on her mind, and maybe walk off the train to talk to me a tad bit before exchanging contact information. My stop is next. This looks less and less likely. Who knows, maybe we'll step off together.