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March 27, 2012|By Anthony Roberts, For RedEye

Those familiar with the "Jersey Shore" lingo (and don't act like you're not!) know the fellas are always trying to find ladies who are DTF. Me? Not so much. This spring, I'm just trying to find ladies who are DTR. As in, down to ride. As in, public transportation.

With gas prices getting higher than Snoop Dogg, even simple A to B driving is starting to have a noticeable effect on my wallet. No need to go to the strip club these days—people are making it rain at the gas station just to get to work and back.

Because I was raised by a wonderful mother and grandmothers who taught me to be a gentleman, I gladly pick up the tab when taking a woman on a date. But I've been thinking it might be time for some adjustments so that our outing to Ruth's Chris doesn't turn into grabbing a fillet-o-fish.

Of course, to the bougie crowd, boarding the CTA for a date is a horrific thought. Some women (and some dudes, too) would rather spend their paycheck at the pump and parking meter than sit next to strangers on public transportation. They wouldn't dare take the bus or the train anywhere, let alone on a date. But guess what, Ms. Stuck-Up? You're going to be finding yourself putting the "L" in lonely.

I can't be the only one leaving the car at home for dates. According to stats recently released by the CTA, ridership in 2011 hit its highest level since 1991, and the number of riders cramming onto buses and trains could climb even more by the end of the year.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying I want to take my dates through random seedy neighborhoods at all times of the night armed only with a 1-Day Fun Pass. That's definitely not sexy. Nor am I saying I'd never use the car for a future date. But switching things up a bit—especially on nice-weather days—is an all-around good look.

You can really get to know another person while carrying on a conversation as the lady in the aisle jabs her collapsible metal cart into your leg. Or while you show off your senses by playing a game of Name What's On The Seat Next To Me. There's no better way to see our city than by interacting with it, not just passing it by as you weave in and out of traffic.

I know I've already lost a portion of my potential dating pool with this one, but if you're not willing to compromise from time to time, our relationship would have lasted only until debt did us part anyway.

For some, the three syllables that let them know their partner cares about them are "I love you." For this guy, the letters that let me know how you feel are "CTA."

Ah, I love it when they whisper sweet nothings like that.


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