In the city ladies look pretty

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For those who don't know the rap song, "Bust a Move", read the lyrics first and then come back to this post.

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Part of the fun of having this site, as I've mentioned before, is that I allow for people to call and text me. Often the text exchanges are worthy of publishing. This came in this morning. I've nicknamed the sender Young MC or YMC for short.
My replies are in green.

YMC: Hey CJ?

Yeah?

YMC: You on the train?

Yep.

YMC: Got some time to help me with a dilema?

Does it involve food?

YMC: LOL no. It involves a girl. I don't know if you're up for some romantic advice.

Hell, I'm up for anything seeing as this stupid movie I downloaded to my BB decided to suck ass. What's the problem?

YMC: I like this girl.

Ooh boy. Ain't that a tale for all the fellas?

YMC: She usually sits near me every morning. Some days I swear she runs right for the seat becasue I'll catch her staring at me.

You packing grapefruit?

YMC: LOL no.

Okay just checking. Just want to make sure she's not merely shopping for a banana.

YMC: How can I approach her? Like, what should I do.

How old are you?

YMC: 20. Why?

(Note: I asked because I wanted to have fun with the guy since I had Young MC's "Bust a Move" in my head. The song is pretty old.)

No reason. Just curious.

YMC: How old are you?

Old enough to know more than you.

YMC: Ha ha. Ok. By the way, I love your site. I hope you don't mind me bothering you with this.

Sounds like you're on a mission to cure your lonely condition

YMC: You could say that.

I know how it goes. A chick walks by, you wish you could sext her but you stand by the wall like you was Pointdexter

YMC: Um ok ... ? I wouldn't sext a girl I don't know. Are you calling me a nerd?

Good. That's good to know and no...By the way, is she on the train now?

YMC: Yeah.

So you've spotted a fine woman sitting in your row. Hopin' she says, hello, come sit next to me you fine fellow?

YMC: No, she doesn't talk to me.

(pause)

YMC: Why are you writing in rhyme?

Wasn't intentional. (By now I'm giggling to myself ... others are staring at me as I type away ... I'm hoping to Christ he doesn't begin to recognize the song.)

Some guys tell jokes so they can seem witty... why not try that? For god's sake, you have to say hello to start!

YMC: I don't think I'm funny enough to just start a conversation with a joke

Listen fatso, don't just stand there, bust a move.

YMC: Ha ha. I just wish I had the nerve. By the way, I'm nice and slender.

Are you one of those guys who looks for love in all the wrong places?

YMC: You could say that.

No fine girls, just ugly faces?

YMC: I like to think I have good taste when it comes to women.

You got money?

YMC: I do all right.

You got a car?

YMC: I do. It's not great ... but I'd like to think I could get a woman to be interested in me for me and not just coz I have some cash and wheels

Here's the thing. Some girls are sophistic. Materialistic. Looking for a man makes them opportunistic. You see them lyin' on the beach, working on a tan? That's so a brother with money can be their man.

YMC: I don't think she's a gold digger.

Well, every dark tunnel has a light of hope...

YMC: You rhyme a lot. It's weird. It's like chatting with Dr. Suess.

(I say nothing ... )

YMC: I think tomorrow I'll try sitting in the same quad that she likes to sit in

If you want it ...

YMC: I should go for it?

You got it ...If you look at this girl and your heart starts thumpin' ... who knows, maybe she wants to dance to a different groove?

YMC: You lost me

Bust a move

YMC: Ok, thanks!

No problem.