The Australian and former Blackbook intern describes her personal style as "semi-employed superhero" and is wearing a vintage bathing suit—she's "obsessed with" them—as a jumpsuit. She "really appreciate[s] details, like if something has embroidery on it, even if it's just a little flower, or a button that's in the shape of a duck."

(We only have a tiny pic! Need scanner!) Oh, wait—here's a bigger photo.

Moberg said he didn't want to tell anyone about their breakup "because I loved the idea of people making their own endings to our unusual story." But Hayton just blabbed to the Austrlian press:

"We dated for a while, but now we're just friends," Ms Hayton says.

"It's really nice that people embraced the story. It is part of my life now."

She says she dated Mr Moberg for about two months, but it didn't work out.

"The situation was so intense that we bonded in a way that you could mistake for being more romantic than it was. But I wanted to give it a go, so I wouldn't later wonder, 'What if, what if?'."

So the relationship lasted all of two months. Maybe both people got something nice out of the experience: Moberg said he wrote a "little" illustrated book about the saga and Hayton perhaps has a gimmick for getting an audition for certain acting gigs. She landed a small role on As The World Turns and was an extra on Sex And The City!

But who dumped who? And what, exactly, went wrong? Here's a clue, from the Australian newspaper story:

"We see each other now and then and we email quite a bit - I guess that's his forte," Ms Hayton says.

Zing! Communication problems, perhaps? Yes, probably. And a lesson: If you can't introduce yourself before a crush walks out of your life forever, maybe it's best to let that person actually be out of your life forever.

Alternate lesson: It never hurts to try, even if you have to use the internet and/or embarrass yourself and so forth. You might have a fun experience!

[Herald Sun, Patrick Moberg]

• 1. MIB Vs. Tucker Max/ Sedaris: Yes, Michael Ian Black is a funny and tolerable guy. But variety is the spice of life, man. How about an online encouragement of somebody?
• 2. Jakob Lodwick Quits The Internet: This one is lame because it will not stick, we guarantee. For one, he runs an internet company. Yea.
• 3. Julia Allison Quits Blogging: *Scoff*. Also: other things.
• 4. Patrick Moberg And His Subway Dream Girl: A guy sees a cute girl on the subway, draws a picture of her, puts it on a website, and gets famous. The two finally meet! They go on national TV! Everybody writes about them! Then they end up not really liking each other that much, proving that love is a dirty sham and we live in a cold and heartless world. Thanks for nothing.
• 5. The Keith Gessen Middlebrow Remix Book: We muddy the clearcut sides of this tedious feud by having Gessen remove the objectionable references to Harvard in his objectionable book and replace them with references to Florida State. Btw, bidding on this for-charity item ends tomorrow so bid bid bid!

"I was [a diner] last night [in the East Village], and this new waitress came up. She told us it was her first day, and she had an Australian accent, high waisted corduroys, and daisies in her hair (which was pinned up in two Austrian braids a la Lauren Conrad). My friend was like, "That girl is SO cute," and I was like, 'I think it's the Subway Girl!'"

So I asked her and she turned all red and said, "Oh, that was SUCH a long time ago."

Then the waitress next to her was like, "What do you mean, The Subway Girl," and [Camille] gave her a look like, "Ask me about it and die."

Alas, I didn't have the guts to ask if she was still with the cloying guy - you know what my mom says, "Don't fuck with the chef" - and I think that applies to the waitress too.

[Moberg and Camille's] first meeting was awkward. And why not? It was set up by Good Morning America. Like the rest of the media, GMA saw a great love story and pounced. But being sucked into a media maelstrom isn't necessarily conducive to a nascent love affair. "There was a lot of uncertainty on how to act around each other," Patrick said. And in the back of Camille's mind, a nagging thought: Who is this guy? The media circus eventually moved on, giving the two a chance to talk without a microphone present.

Everything I found out about her was another wonderful thing," says Patrick. She was smart, funny and a big personality, a nice fit for this shy guy. "And," he continues quietly, "we've been hanging out together every day since.

Other "touching stories of love" include writer Calvin Trillin's greeting his wife at the airport with a brass band in 1972, and a dude who colluded with the Sunday Boston Globe to work a marriage proposal into the crossword puzzle.

[Reader's Digest]

For starters, by "there's an implication," Matt maybe means, "I would like to imply, though I can't find any evidence to support my theory."

Jakob Lodwick has no "ongoing relationship to Gawker" besides being someone we write usually-mean things about from time to time.

We found out about Patrick's website the same way we find out about most of the things we write about: we got a bunch of emails about it. No one pitched it to us, and we didn't publicize it as a favor to anyone. We don't ever do that because, a) ew and b) we don't have to!

"The price of fame has dropped to $20 a month, payable to Verizon Wireless," Matt writes. Well, right! To anyone who has been reading the Internet for the past few years, though, that isn't a particularly shocking revelation. What would be shocking: a blogola scandal whereby Jakob Lodwick and Julia Allison fed Gawker information to ensure that their protege Patrick Moberg attained fameball status!

That's not what happened, though: It didn't need to. The way the internet works is, the cream floats to the top. And by "cream," we mean "most attention-grabbingly retarded shit."

Ladies, the choice is in your hands too. If you see a cute gentleman on the subway, you too can approach him. In fact, whether you know it or not, gentlemen have an elaborate and highly codified set of behaviors that we do when we want you to look at us.

If it's 2 am on the F train and we're huddled next to you in an otherwise empty car, leaning our head against your shoulder pretending we're asleep, it means we're in love and want you to love us back.
Is that so hard to understand?

]]> Gawker-323817 Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:00:46 EST Joshua Stein http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=323817&view=rss&microfeed=true The passive-aggressive emo subway-stalking routine has reached a tipping point, with copycat bloggers blooming like pansies. We would like to offer some helpful hints to participants in and victims of this phenomenon.

"I guess first off is I have really high standards, especially if I'm going to have to take the time and write about her, so posts may be sporadic," blogs the gentleman who created a new blog called "So I Saw You On the Train..."

Oh, he has high standards.

This platform will for me to call out girls I saw on the train that I think are hot, if they come across their posting I made of them then they can totally hit me up and we'll go out for coffee, talk, laugh, and hopefully make out and other things.... No I'm not really as creepy and masagenistic (sic)... Watch out for the first hot chick for me to come across, it may be you ;)

God, I hope not.

Guys, let me give you some advice. Trust me, this will save you a lot of time and "masagen[y]" down the line. If you see a cute girl? On the train, or wherever? Just say hi. And smile. And compliment her. Seriously. That's all it takes. For example, a guy on the train with a mohawk once told me he liked my hair. And you know what? I called him!

First of all, if you're blogging about a cute girl instead of saying hi to her, you're a pussy. We want to date men. And men do not see a cute girl, do nothing, and then go home and blog about it. That is emosogynistic behavior.

Given all the opportunities for awkwardness from which you cannot immediately escape, however, it may be best to avoid public transportation altogether. That's what I learned yesterday, after ending up on the bus next to an "acquaintance" who I made out with last month at the Turkey's Nest, who never called, except for sending a late-night text message several weeks later asking, "what are you wearing?"

]]> Gawker-323741 Fri, 16 Nov 2007 14:40:54 EST Sheila http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=323741&view=rss&microfeed=true Vime-emo boy Patrick Moberg went back on his word last week when he and his New York Dream Girl, BlackBook intern Camille Hayton went on Good Morning America to tell their story of how he saw her on a subway and was hot for her and then put up a website and then found her. He's previously told his fanbase that once he found his dream lover, we'd all just have have to imagine the rest of their picture-perfect romance unfolding, because there would be "no more updates." What gives? Was it all just a publicity stunt? Today, Patrick clarifies, sort of, his intentions. Turns out the whole thing was Camille's idea!

"My original stance was to not do any follow up stories at all, because I didn't want to unknowingly thrust Camille into a spotlights, and also that wasn't why I made the site. So, I posted my decision prematurely before I'd had a chance to talk to Camille about it," he wrote to us. But then he and Camille actually met, and she had some different ideas!

"GMA basically hunted Camille down at all costs, and had her commit to doing a story with them," he wrote, later clarifying, "'Hunted Camille down at all costs' is probably not quite right. They were very nice throughout the process."

Say what exactly? Here's the thing: While TV producers can be very aggressive, nobody is really about to drag you into the station and cuff you to a cushy armchair! So why'd Camille want the airtime, and does it have anything to do with her employers, who are currently raffling off a date with one of her fellow interns? We're still waiting to hear from the braided one herself.

]]> Gawker-321759 Mon, 12 Nov 2007 16:11:49 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=321759&view=rss&microfeed=true
This week has been totally "surreal" for flower-wearing Aussie intern Camille Hayton. First her apartment burned to the ground, forcing her to wear one of her mom's dresses to this morning's "Good Morning America" taping. Then Vimeo employee Patrick Moberg saw her on the subway and made a website about it, but though the site quickly became a "worldwide internet sensation," it didn't come to her attention, she said, until someone "that I work with at BlackBook" mentioned it to her. They met last night for coffee and "totally clicked," so, in spite of Patrick's online avowal that "you'll have to make up your own ending for this," they went on national TV this morning to... show the world that you should believe in flowers and rainbows and romance? Or: To raise the profiles of their employers, Vimeo and BlackBook—or their own brands? We'd like to posit that believing the latter theory doesn't make you a cold-hearted cynic so much as it makes you a sentient human being.

]]> Gawker-320933 Fri, 09 Nov 2007 12:20:02 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=320933&view=rss&microfeed=true
Just as the love story between illustrator Patrick Moberg and his now-identified mysterious subway love interest winds its way to its cloying and crushing denouement, "The Morning Show" announced that the young subway-taker's house just burned down. Also, Camille Hayton, as Moberg's crush is named, is Australian. As we knew, she's an intern. (This is like three strikes in our book but whatever.) Also, though this isn't addressed, the only extent picture of her is one in which she clutches a white rose in her teeth, which is just odd.

]]> Gawker-320573 Thu, 08 Nov 2007 15:40:21 EST Joshua Stein http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=320573&view=rss&microfeed=true Patrick Moberg's braided, garlanded dream girl has not only been found, she's been identified: she's a BlackBook editorial intern. Of course. That august publication "can't in good conscience reveal the lady's name," but we hear it's Camille. They can in good conscience post this glamourshot of the little Aussie blushing violet, who's skipping work today to be an extra in the "Sex and The City" movie. Of course!

]]> Gawker-320076 Wed, 07 Nov 2007 15:15:58 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=320076&view=rss&microfeed=true Ipod-rocking Vimeo employee Patrick Moberg's online search for his one true subway love is over! A friend of hers recognized his description of the rosy-cheeked, fancy-braided, flower-haired lass, and put the two in touch. They've exchanged emails, but that's all we'll ever know: "Here's where it gets tricky... in our best interest, there will be no more updates to this website. Unlike all the romantic comedies and bad pop songs, you'll have to make up your own ending for this." Wait, you're going to stop being like a romantic comedy or a bad pop song now, just when it was getting good?

]]> Gawker-319937 Wed, 07 Nov 2007 11:30:41 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=319937&view=rss&microfeed=true Were we wrong to jump so quickly to the conclusion that Patrick Moberg, the mussy-headed dude who is searching for his 5 train Cinderella online, didn't fall deeply in love during the moments of eye contact the two shared before disembarking at Bowling Green Sunday night? "Patrick is one of the sweetest, shyest guys, and this is in no way a publicity stunt. And you know what? Maybe it's not the worst thing to believe in miracles and rainbows and love at first sight on the subway," posited the noted love expert, Star editor-at-large Julia Allison. Well, miracles and rainbows may exist, but according to today's Guardian, love at first sight sure as hell doesn't.

Says the paper: "That first lovers' gaze is the staple of the romantic novelist, and scientists believe they have now revealed the true nature of its true attractive power. According to new research, romance has very little do to with it. That 'look' is all about sex and ego."

The research actually challenges some previous findings about attractiveness—you know, those studies where people were found to have a preference for facial symmetry, or masculine versus feminine features. The study says that all that matters is whether someone displays "social cues" that indicate they're attracted to you. "It does seem to be a sort of narcissistic thing," said Ben Jones, who works at the Face Research Laboratory at the University of Aberdeen:

Dr Jones said the results make sense from an evolutionary perspective. 'It takes quite a lot of effort to attract a mate and what you want to do is allocate that effort in a more efficient way, in other words in a way that is more likely to help you secure a mate.'

Like making a website! Exactly like making a website.

]]> Gawker-319884 Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:40:21 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=319884&view=rss&microfeed=true Patrick Moberg isn't the only American Apparel-clad, authentic dimpled pony finding love underground. Yesterday on the F train, listening to "Bankrupt on Selling" on my iPod Touch, I encountered my inamorata. She was eating noodles out of a styrofoam container. Her shift dress had turquoise feathers on it and dreamcatchers. She was clipping her nails! Screwing my courage to my sticking point, I just screwed up. By the time I approached her, she had faded into the anonymity of the East Broadway F stop. I hope she uses the internet and Facebook!

]]> Gawker-319468 Tue, 06 Nov 2007 13:45:42 EST Joshua Stein http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=319468&view=rss&microfeed=true
Patrick discusses the girl of his dreams from Jakob Lodwick on Vimeo. Explained in this video: why Patrick Moberg, the iPod-having hoodie-sporter who created a webpage in an attempt to find the girl who caught his eye on the 5 train, didn't just go up and talk to her. Not explained: why he keeps compulsively mussing his hair (tic? lice?), what his dating history has been like with other women who he met on the subway (do you think maybe he tired of them quickly after discovering that they were real people with thoughts and feelings, and not ideas he created?) and why on earth this girl hasn't come forward yet. Maybe she is too busy writing in her journal and braiding her hair all fancy. Also look for the earwax-picking at 2:48 when he's saying he "doesn't want to be just some gimmick story." Adorable!

]]> Gawker-319473 Tue, 06 Nov 2007 13:05:22 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=319473&view=rss&microfeed=true Illustrator Patrick Moberg saw the "New York Girl" of his "Dreams" on the subway last night and promptly made this webpage featuring a whimsical little sketch of her. She had "fancy braided hair" and "blue gym shorts" and was "writing in a journal" on the 5 train from Union Square to Bowling Green. Patrick describes himself as "skinny" and "not insane," a few inches above the spot on the page where he lists his email and phone number on the internet. It's like a Miranda July story mixed with Craigslist Missed Connections mixed with stalking mixed with everything that's wrong (and right!) about Boys Today. I'm confused about my feelings!

]]> Gawker-319157 Mon, 05 Nov 2007 18:00:37 EST Emily Gould http://gawker.com/index.php?op=postcommentfeed&postId=319157&view=rss&microfeed=true