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		<title>By: Anonymous</title>
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		<description>I witnessed something on the T the other day that resonated with your story. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;This guy gets on the T at like St. Mary&#039;s.  A girl hops in. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;He says &quot;I like your scarf&quot; (I don&#039;t know much about fashion, but aren&#039;t scarfs for winter and not 90 degree uber-humid days?) Anyways, the guy proceeds to ask questions like where did you get it?  She said Saks.  He then goes on to comment about her shirt.  Asks her where she&#039;s from, how long she&#039;s been in Boston for, etc, etc.  Weird conversation endures for like 3 minutes.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Spot opens up next to weirdo dude, he offers the seat to her.  She politely refuses and eventually ends up sitting next to me. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another girls hops on the T. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Weirdo dude says &quot;Hey, that&#039;s a nice shirt, where did you buy it?&quot; Tries to strike a conversation but she&#039;s clearly freaked out by the guy&#039;s uninhibited willingness to chitchat.  Girl goes on to the next train. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Another girl hops in, and guess what happens?  Dude strikes a conversation, AGAIN! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It was clear at this point that he was hitting on anything that moved on that T.  Thank goodness I&#039;m a guy and had a seat. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Maybe it&#039;s just me, but it weirds me out when people try to hit on each other at random places.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I witnessed something on the T the other day that resonated with your story. </p>
<p>This guy gets on the T at like St. Mary&#8217;s.  A girl hops in. </p>
<p>He says &#8220;I like your scarf&#8221; (I don&#8217;t know much about fashion, but aren&#8217;t scarfs for winter and not 90 degree uber-humid days?) Anyways, the guy proceeds to ask questions like where did you get it?  She said Saks.  He then goes on to comment about her shirt.  Asks her where she&#8217;s from, how long she&#8217;s been in Boston for, etc, etc.  Weird conversation endures for like 3 minutes.</p>
<p>Spot opens up next to weirdo dude, he offers the seat to her.  She politely refuses and eventually ends up sitting next to me. </p>
<p>Another girls hops on the T. </p>
<p>Weirdo dude says &#8220;Hey, that&#8217;s a nice shirt, where did you buy it?&#8221; Tries to strike a conversation but she&#8217;s clearly freaked out by the guy&#8217;s uninhibited willingness to chitchat.  Girl goes on to the next train. </p>
<p>Another girl hops in, and guess what happens?  Dude strikes a conversation, AGAIN! </p>
<p>It was clear at this point that he was hitting on anything that moved on that T.  Thank goodness I&#8217;m a guy and had a seat. </p>
<p>Maybe it&#8217;s just me, but it weirds me out when people try to hit on each other at random places.</p>
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