Oh my goodness. If this post doesn’t speak to me right about now. Reading is totally sexy. And if the moment I had yesterday on the train with a tall, dark and handsome stranger yesterday about the Tipping Point didn’t reinforce that to me, this Thought Catalog post sure did!
You’ve all had that moment. You’re on the train, coming home from a long, frustrating day at work or that night class you regret taking. You’re slumped over your seat listening to Alt-J or the new Yeah Yeah Yeahs single. You look around you at the faint squalor of the train; the lights on this car seem set to perpetual gray dusk, a metaphor for your mood you don’t appreciate. But then you look across from you and you see him sweating as he tears through a Saul Bellow novel you’ve always sworn to read or Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn.
Gone Girl, you wonder? Who is this man? Who gave him that? Is that a gift from a wife or girlfriend? Is he in a book club? Holy shit, that’s so hot.
You then begin to fantasize about this stranger on the train, what genres he’s into and…
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