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


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.


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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