Friday, 6:45 AM: m4w
Hey girl on the el. Yeah you. The blond with the bangin' bod. You were the one in the charcoal pantsuit, I was the one in the fire engine red zip-up hoodie. You are my destiny, I am your dream dove.
Do you think I didn't notice the sparks flying when we came so close to eye contact that one time? Your staring out the window "ignoring" me was a classic lovers' game, but you don't need to act coy. It's okay, I am here to release your wild heart and subsequently tame it, like a majestic stallion.
From the moment our eyes almost caught each others, I cannot think of anything but our inevitable life as the royal family of a private island in the South Pacific. Every moment of every second of every minute, I pine for your black hose and faux leather brief tote. Please pencil me in to your soul.
If you ever want to stop playing games and get down to business you know where to find me. We can restart our life right where it started this morning. I'll be on the third to last car on the Brown Line between 7:30 and 8:00 every morning until you come to your senses.
-Brett
Friday, October 12, 2007
Anthony's Missed Connection
Friday, 12:30pm: m4w
I was digging through the trash on Lasalle Street behind Taco Bell, and ironically I found a Hot Dog still bunned. You were driving a sparkling clean silver Lexus. There was a man in the passenger seat who seemed to be your boyfriend by the way he was biting your earlobes. You looked up in pleasure and lost sight of where you were driving. Your car swerved and clipped my knee.
You stopped. And so did time.
You courteously rolled down your window a third of the way and asked if I was okay. I think I saw a tear roll down your cheek, but then again, it was hard to tell much as your boyfriend threw my head off the concrete wall and screamed for me to not look at your license plate or tell any officers about what had happened.
As he forced me to limp away from the scene, I looked back at you. Our eyes briefly made contact as you licked your hand, and lowered it below public view.
Was it just me or did we have something spiritual in that moment? Anyway, I still have that hot dog and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and share it?
-anthony
I was digging through the trash on Lasalle Street behind Taco Bell, and ironically I found a Hot Dog still bunned. You were driving a sparkling clean silver Lexus. There was a man in the passenger seat who seemed to be your boyfriend by the way he was biting your earlobes. You looked up in pleasure and lost sight of where you were driving. Your car swerved and clipped my knee.
You stopped. And so did time.
You courteously rolled down your window a third of the way and asked if I was okay. I think I saw a tear roll down your cheek, but then again, it was hard to tell much as your boyfriend threw my head off the concrete wall and screamed for me to not look at your license plate or tell any officers about what had happened.
As he forced me to limp away from the scene, I looked back at you. Our eyes briefly made contact as you licked your hand, and lowered it below public view.
Was it just me or did we have something spiritual in that moment? Anyway, I still have that hot dog and I was wondering if you wanted to come over and share it?
-anthony
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