I made it onto the lifeboat today.

My key to success for getting onto the crowded metro car was to squeeze in front of somebody who really really wanted to get on and let them push me forward. If the door closes and you’re inside, that’s all that matters. The woman in front of me turned to ask if I was alright, squeezed in the corner like that. I said I was alright, so she turned back around. With her poof of curly hair in my mouth, I reconsidered if I was alright. A couple stops up and a few aggressive people pushed their way aboard. Instead of that black ponytail in my face, I now found myself pinned against the separating wall by an extremely attractive guy balancing himself with one arm pressed up against the wall, further cornering me. The awkwardness of our faces being only a lovers’ distance apart was extremely apparent. As I felt his breath on my cheek, I decided I was actually quite alright.