Day 72: Passing an “I Find You Attractive” Note

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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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Each day of 2014, I’m forcing encouraging myself to have at least one new experience (and chronicling it to keep it real). If you’re interested in why–though I can’t for the life of me imagine anyone would be that bored–check out the “about” page.

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