"its just not fun anymore"

so last nite as im riding the train home from work, i saw next to this couple who were talking.  from the context of the conversation it looked like they were long time friends who were sorta catching up.  since they were flush up against me, it was hard NOT to hear their convo.... but the part that caught my attention was this lil tidbit:

him:  so how's married life?
her:  pretty good, not much has changed.
him: cool.
her: how's ur love life?  how's the girlfriend?
him: (making a face) actually, i'm breaking up with her tonite.
her: oh no!  why?  what happened?
him: i dont know, its just not "fun" anymore...
her: oh...
him: but don't worry, i'll be sure to come up with some other excuse

ok, maybe its just me but i have a couple of problems with this conversation.

1st--these are not teenagers or kids in their early 20s, these are a couple of adults who are at least late 20s, most likely early 30s.  by this time in your life, shouldnt u realize that relationships are not JUST about fun?  that to make these things really work, u have to put a lil work into them!

2nd--why can't he own up to the fact that he "doesnt think its fun" anymore?  why does he have to lie and come up with an excuse?  maybe its me, but i'd rather learn the truth, cuz honestly if i were the gf, i'd be a lil pissed that the guy lied to me.  if we are breaking up, own up to it and REALLY tell me ur reasons for it.  dont cop out and give me some lame as "its not u, its me" bullcrap. (which was one of these "excuses" he was considering)

i dont know why this riled me up so much...maybe its cuz the guy was so unattractive (hahha, sorry, im a bit superficial), so naive, or so immature.  maybe its cuz i saw myself as the gf who wasnt "fun" anymore and was offended at being lied to on her behalf.  i don't know.  *shrug*

Alaina 6.5 months

i just can't stop looking at those big beautiful eyes...

our past is our past for a reason..

Alaina at 4.5 months

Too cute for words!!!!  (but then again im biased)

that was a close one...

I can’t even imagine…

On a crowded rush hour F train this morning, a man fell over.  He was a lil shaky at first; someone offered him a seat and asked if he was ok.  He nodded, and closed his eyes.  A few minutes later, we heard “THUNK” and saw that the man had fallen over.  Several people came to see if he was ok, but he wasn’t responding.  Another person tried to find a pulse.  Couldn’t find it, and shrugged.  A young woman tried checking for breathing with her pocket mirror.  Nothing. 

The rest of us stood by idly wondering what we should do. 

I can’t imagine a life ending like that with no one but strangers around.  An elderly man commuting alone on the subway.  Where was he going?  How old was he?  Was he ok?

I know this is terrible, but when the subway announcer tells us that there is a “sick passenger” I often think that it’s actually an MTA problem, and this was a reason to say that we are running off schedule without taking the blame.  But I guess the possibility of ACTUAL sick passengers is more real that I had ever imagined. 

As I got off the train at that station to try and catch another one to get to work on time, several police officers were on the train attending to the elderly man….and maybe I am just being hopeful, but I could have sworn I saw his eyes flutter open and his arm move as I ascended up the escalator…

Whew, that was a close one.