This guy on the train is trying a move on this girl he likes. He's sitting in the middle of a fully occupied 3-person bench. His crush is sitting on the left side, next to the window. He's awkwardly got his left arm around her to signify "She's mine." (ease off, Barry-Body-language. She's not the prize catfish you think she is. We'd all like her on your line more than our own.)
Our friend Barry (I'm giving him that name) has pretty much sacrificed comfort in order to pull off this acrobatic stunt. Being as crowded as it is, to pull his arm away once it gets tired or -- like the man sitting next to me -- falls asleep, he will definitely cause a disruption to the middle aged secretary-woman wearing a fleece sweater sitting to his right. The whole point of getting this girl is to make it look natural and effortless. Now your dumb ass is being forced to mimick a scarecrow in your attempt to let people know you forcefully Christopher Columbus'd her North America.
My stop is coming up. I'd love to stick around and see if your eye-level pit-stain becomes apparent to your claim, but I have my own girl to put my arm around.
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