You: striking darkhaired WM
XENIA, A STUNNING Russian brunette, 1/20/03. Red Line. You were reading a book. Had enough courage to ask you about the book and St. Petersburg, but not enough to give you my phone number. Can’t sleep. Please call.
Tonight I was out drinking with my roommate Erin when I picked up the most recent CityPaper to see movie listings. I got caught up, instead, in reading the “I Saw You” classifieds.
The Washington CityPaper is your typical “alternative weekly,” which contains local political and social coverage, film and theater reviews, and so forth. Like all weeklies the CityPaper also contains personals: men seeking women, women seeking men, men seeking men, etc. It also includes a classified section called “I Saw You” in which people reach out to those with whom they have had brief, but titilliating, contact. I like to read them and imagine the stories that surround them.
TO MY SECRET admirer who stopped by my job on 1/5. Please come back. I did not get the message until 1/13. Please come back to 2000 Penn with the roses and candy.
Occasionally they are just incredibly vague.
GEORGETOWN, M/ 28TH-ISH, 1/20. You: breathtaking blonde who was fully aware that my heart skipped a beat when I saw you. You’re not “hot,” you’re beautiful. Me: dark hair, blue eyes, long tan coat, obviously smitten. Was that an unusual exchange of glances, or do you always get that?
Some of them are poetry.
WE WERE FACING each other
on the derailed Metro.
The guy next to me,
a maniac on the phone,
made everyone laugh up their sleeves.
Why didn’t I just
smile
at you?
Sigh.
Tonight I was out drinking with my roommate Erin when I picked up the most recent CityPaper to see movie listings. I got caught up, instead, in reading the “I Saw You” classifieds.
The Washington CityPaper is your typical “alternative weekly,” which contains local political and social coverage, film and theater reviews, and so forth. Like all weeklies the CityPaper also contains personals: men seeking women, women seeking men, men seeking men, etc. It also includes a classified section called “I Saw You” in which people reach out to those with whom they have had brief, but titilliating, contact. I like to read them and imagine the stories that surround them.
TO MY SECRET admirer who stopped by my job on 1/5. Please come back. I did not get the message until 1/13. Please come back to 2000 Penn with the roses and candy.
Occasionally they are just incredibly vague.
GEORGETOWN, M/ 28TH-ISH, 1/20. You: breathtaking blonde who was fully aware that my heart skipped a beat when I saw you. You’re not “hot,” you’re beautiful. Me: dark hair, blue eyes, long tan coat, obviously smitten. Was that an unusual exchange of glances, or do you always get that?
Some of them are poetry.
WE WERE FACING each other
on the derailed Metro.
The guy next to me,
a maniac on the phone,
made everyone laugh up their sleeves.
Why didn’t I just
smile
at you?
Sigh.
posted by Waage on Tuesday, February 11, 2003
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