love train

Through several reputable sources, with New York magazine and Becky both being high on the list, I have learned that the F subway line has been officially dubbed the “love train”. And apparently, it is the first car of the F train in particular that serves as a hotbed of lust and love connections for single-but-looking NYC commuters.

I have traveled the F train many a time and after hearing the lore, have even boarded the first car, with a gleam in my eye, hoping to witness a make out scene akin to that of a frat house after hours party. But no luck- I’ve never run into anything close; not even someone macking (is that how to spell?) on someone else. The closest I’ve come to seeing F train love happened this morning, when I had the good fortune of being seated across from a new, in-train advertising campaign for Bud Light. It’s really provocative work, featuring ethnically ambiguous young adults in sexually-charged poses centered around various Bud Light bottles (e.g. women stroking enormous stand alone Bud Light bottle while man next to her holds second, smaller but erect, bottle and looks on). All of this goodness against an airbrushed blue background with sliver of moon, meant to capture the essence of the Bud Light logo, which lights up the characters’ world.