I totally pilfered this idea from elsewhere, but as soon as I saw it I knew I had to do it.
I wrote my note and stuffed it into my pocket. This morning I had a meeting in the town next to mine, and this seemed like a safer opportunity to slip the note to a stranger. I felt my palms grow sweaty as I tried to figure out how to pass the note.
There was an attractive man on the subway sitting across from me. Should I toss it in his lap as I rush out the door? (Assuming he isn’t getting off at the next stop with me). The train rolled to a stop and I eyed him, felt the folded paper with my fingertips, and wimped out. I ducked out the door and didn’t look back.
My next opportunity was the waiter at the cafe. Should I leave it with the tip? Oh, wait… I didn’t have cash, which meant I had to use a credit card: Can’t leave the note with any identifiers!
I passed a few attractive men as I was walking back to the subway. Too hard to pass the note, there. Not enough time to slip it to them and then to make my getaway.
There was a man sitting alone on a bench at the subway stop. If he was getting on a different train than I, I could toss it to him right before I got on my train; if he was leaving first, I could toss it to him right as he got on his. Argh. Too complicated.
My train rolled in and before I climbed on I decided that I should stick with my first idea: Hand it to someone who looked like they were staying on the train as I was jumping off. When I entered the car I saw a problem: It wasn’t very full. This made me uncomfortable, because too many people would see what I was doing.
Dang, this passing-a-note thing was harder than I thought!
I got off at my appointed stop. I couldn’t give the note to anyone around here; what if I saw them again? These were my stomping grounds. It would be way too humiliating to run into him again. (Or, worse… he wouldn’t hand the note back to me, haha.)
I held onto the note until later in the day, when I had to drive about 8 miles to run an errand. While picking up coffee before I started the trek home, I noticed an attractive man sitting at the window counter near the door, deeply engrossed in whatever was on his computer (hopefully it wasn’t porn).
I took a deep breath.
As I walked out the door I slid the note near his computer, and then I
bolte limped as fast as I could into my car–which was, thankfully, practically in front of the door.
As I pulled out I looked in the window. He’d just opened the note. He looked up, a huge grin on the face, and he gave me a thumbs up.
Imagine what I could do if I were actually able to RUN– I’d probably be passing out notes to attractive men all day long. Good thing for my husband all I can do is shuffle.
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