First of all, it's EIGHT AT NIGHT, WE'RE IN A DARK TUNNEL AND YOU'RE WEARING DARK SUNGLASSES. WTF????
Secondly, ALL I WAS DOING WAS SPEAKING, NOT TRYING TO SLEEP WITH YOU. You are DEFINITELY NOT MY TYPE. I like MEN, NOT prissy queens.
You up here on the Red Line trying to look cool and you looking like some flaming fool trying to play hard knowing that you been around the block more times than the Red Line train you're riding. (You probably are very good at riding, by the way.)
Rule of thumb: Everybody that speaks to you doesn't want to sleep with you, doesn't want to take you out, and definitely doesn't want to be around you.