 I've been to New York City; I've ridden the subway there. If you've ever been to Tokyo, then you'll know it's not much different. I was born and raised in Tokyo, and I still live and work here. I use the subway - like most people do - as a means of everyday travel. Riding the subway is usually devoid of any entertainment value for me, but an encounter I had last week proved to be the exception to the rule.As usual, I was on my way home, taking the usual boring route on the subway. Now, if there's one saving grace for the subway, it's that the eye candy is abundant. Because of my job, I'm still in the closet; only a handful of close friends know I like guys. But as many gay men will tell you, it's all in the eye contact. A single exchange of glances is enough sometimes. That's the way my encounter began: by a simple look. I was standing in a corner of the already-packed car, waiting for the interminable ride to be over. At one particular stop, a muscle-bound Adonis stepped into the car. The first glance was exchanged over the sea of heads between us. His dark gaze held mine long enough to convey a silent message of attraction. I nodded discreetly, but didn't smile. In a situation like that, you don't smile. We stopped again and four people got out. It was enough for a minute amount of movement. He came to ... |
