Is your commute the true path to love?
According to diehard fans of Rush Hour Crush, absolutely.
Or, it’s the true path to lust, at least. Or the gratification of finally, one sweet day, seeing yourself described as someone’s RHC (the dream).
To celebrate the arrival of Rush Hour Crush on the Metro.co.uk site, we’ve taken a look back and rounded up some of our favourite Rush Hour Crush submissions over the years.
Read on, enjoy, and if these messages inspire you, be brave and admit your admiration for a Rush Hour Crush, too.
The easily pleased guy
‘I just want to say a big, genuine, heartfelt and sincere THANK YOU, on behalf of all mankind, to all the gorgeous ladies who dress so finely in this weather. Sunshine, confidence and daring. You make daily life so much sweeter. And distracting. Thank you. Happy Man x’
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The leap of faith
‘To the joyful-looking fair-haired girl in a green T-shirt with baggy jeans and trainers on the London Overground at 6.30pm last Wednesday.
‘You got on at Richmond and off at Acton Central. I’ve never managed to pluck up the courage to speak to anyone on the train but you were the closest I came to doing it.
‘I’m even writing a Rush-Hour Crush in Metro to show you what you mean to me! Brown-Haired Guy In A Denim Jacket And Funky Trousers.’
The strapping and flapping
‘To the handsome man who deftly shooed a pigeon off the Tube carriage at Ravenscourt Park on Monday morning. Your pigeon-wrangling skills got me all in a flap. Fancy a drink? Brunette, Purple And Yellow Scarf.’
The one that made us wonder what happened next…
‘South African man in his thirties last Friday. I boarded the train at Hitchin and got off at Letchworth. You asked me whether my little flip phone was a Motorola. You seemed like an interesting person so I’d like to talk to you again. Girl With A Flip Phone, Which Was Not Actually A Motorola.’
…And his response
‘In reply to Girl With A Flip Phone (Crush, Tue), I’d really like to talk to you again too. Name a time and place. South African In His Thirties.’
The Christmas cracker
‘To the jaw-droppingly beautiful Black guy in the grey jumper who sat opposite me on the No.9 bus last Tuesday evening.
‘Sorry for staring but it was impossible not to. I wanted to slip you my number but you hopped off at Knightsbridge and scuppered my plans.
‘Can I have you for Christmas? The Blondie Who Couldn’t Keep Her Eyes To Herself.’
The thanks, but no thanks
‘I’ve read the Rush-Hour Crush every day since it started but I have still not seen a message to the short, fat, badly dressed guy on the Hertford North line. I feel quite despondent. Why, if I don’t get a message soon, I might just have to stick with the wife! Tom, Enfield.’
And the follow-up
‘To Tom, the short, fat, badly dressed guy on the Hertford North line who says he is despondent about never being the subject of a Rush-Hour Crush message. Your bags are in the front garden. Tom’s Wife, Enfield.’
The no Donald Trumps allowed
‘What do men and women who have very orange fake tans see in the mirror that makes them think it looks good? I’ve never read in Rush-Hour Crush: “To the stunning bright orange person on the train….” Peely-Wally, Coatbridge.’
The killer mockingbird
‘To the charming handsome man wearing black, Gregory-Peck-as-Atticus-Finch-style glasses on the Greater Anglia morning train to Cambridge.
‘Your smile as I departed the train made my day in this freezing weather. I was hoping you’d catch up with me as I walked down the platform. Shy Brunette Nurse With The Bun.’
The culture vulture
‘Guy with the backpack reading An Artist Of The Floating World by Kazuo Ishiguro (or trying to as we kept looking at each other).
‘We were on the Victoria line from Stockwell just after 8pm on Saturday. You left at Victoria and I continued to Warren Street. I kept looking at you and I’m gutted I didn’t follow you when you got off.
‘Same platform next week for a second chance? Brunette Across From You.’
The all shook up
‘Tall, dark, long-haired beaut on the Northern line at 7.30am. Wanna boogie to Elvis in the moonlight? Blonde In The Sexy White Polar Bear Jacket.’
The Ringo Star
‘To the to-die-for gent in a yellow suit and red tie with spectacles and three-day stubble, waiting for the 5.44pm train to Dundee on the Inverness Central platform on Sunday.
‘Your suit and my favourite song, Yellow Submarine, should be united over an ice-cold Irn-Bru. Want to deep dive with me? Stocky Gent With Blond Curly Hair In Camo Trousers.’
The fortunate cookie
‘To the weary ginger guy drinking tea in the mornings at Hammersmith. Wanna share my biscuits? Early Morning Commuter.’
The ballad of Jon and Emily:
He said: ‘Cute brunette wearing bright-red lipstick and a white flower in her hair, heading to Battersea Park choir practice on Thursday night. You had me hypnotised with your stunning hazel eyes. I should have asked you for your number. I hope to hear you in full voice soon. Jon, Clapham Junction’
She said: ‘To Jon, Clapham Junction (Crush, Wed) – it turns out my journey to choir practice was even more worthwhile! I’m intrigued. Fancy a cup of tea sometime? Brunette With Bright-Red Lipstick And A White Flower In Her Hair.’
He said: ‘To Brunette With Bright Red Lipstick And A White Flower In Her Hair (Crush, Tue) – that is music to my ears! I accept your kind offer to meet you and the choir at Northcote Fest. Afterwards, tea for two at 2 Love Tea And Coffee House would be terrific! The chance of another evening encounter before then is very high, so I’ll be looking out for you. Jon, Clapham Junction.’
She said: ‘To Jon, Clapham Junction (Crush, Tue). Brilliant! Sunday it is, then! Finally, a rendezvous after three weeks of our correspondence. I only hope I can spot you in the audience! I’ll also keep my eyes peeled for you until then. Emily, aka Brunette With Bright Red Lipstick And A White Flower In Her Hair.’
The take-him-home-to-your-mum guy
‘To the cute, dark-haired, athletic guy taking a selfie with your ironing board at Canada Water last Thursday. If the selfie request came from your mother and not your girlfriend I could use a plus-one to the opera! Smiley Blonde.’
The summer of love
‘To the tattooed, sexy, incredibly handsome, smart and thoughtful window-cleaning ex-soldier outside Richmond station very late on July 10.
‘I know you said you felt the same incredible, instant mind-blowing passion. What are we going to do about it? I’m on holiday for two weeks, can we connect when I’m back? Janananisi, London.’
The unlikely match-up
‘Girl with the death stare and the long black hair at 8.10am last Tuesday.
‘You caught my eye when you sat in front of me at Central station. You glared at me until I struck up a conversation and our chat about recently released movies was amazing.
‘If you are willing to let me, I can show you the world! The Love Of Your Life, Newcastle.’
The sliding doors moment
‘To the handsome bald guy in dark suit who I met in the tube five years ago. Thank you so much for make me happier every single day. The Little One.
The ones even face masks couldn’t stop…
- ‘To the dapper guy with stunning eyes and a black jacket on the No.148 bus to White City at around 7.45am. You smell of Hugo Boss aftershave. With those amazing eyes, I can’t wait to take off your mask and see what’s under there. Latin Chick’
- ‘You are tall and handsome with dark brown hair, an amazing smile and unforgettable eyes. You had on dirty black Adidas trainers. I saw you on the night of July 10 on the Jubilee line – you got on at Waterloo and off at Canada Water. I even took off my face mask so you could see me smiling at you. Tall Dark And Beautiful In A Red Jumpsuit.’
- ‘To the girl in the white broderie anglaise face mask on the Circle line on Monday evening. Would love to see your smile. Scottish Admirer.’
- ‘Breathtakingly beautiful red-haired lady making traffic stop in a stylish black face mask and a yellow pencil skirt at Tower Bridge at 5pm last Monday. I spilled my soya latte over your pencil skirt while you enjoyed the view. Time stood still when you looked at me. Dry cleaners and a cold Samuel Adams on me? Tall Skinny Fella In The Blue Suit And Union Jack Face Mask.’
The happily ever after
‘Rebecca Church, I’m the Tall Rugby Player who contacted you through Rush-Hour Crush. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you more every day.
‘Every time we look at each other, I see the other half of me staring back.
‘The story of our love is just beginning. Let’s write our own ending. Will you marry me? Hopefully The Luckiest Fiancé.’
(She said yes)
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