So last night on the train, this dude complimented my tights (which were, in fact, pretty dope) and we got to talking drunkenly. He was adorable and had good shoes and glasses, and I don't know why I didn't at least fling my card at him as I left the train. I'm going to blame the sangria/no dinner combo. So of course I posted an MC upon arriving home:
you complimented my tights and said you were a drunken fool. i humored you because i thought you had good shoes (and cute glasses). i exited at graham. you kissed my hand before i left. you live at dekalb (in the heart of bushwick, apparently, where there are only baby jesus bodegas). if you read this, let's make out.
I thought to myself "maybe this time, I'll be lucky...maybe this time he'll reeeeeaaaaad (my missed connection that I posted)." So when I got to work this morning, I checked my super-secret pseudonym account and lo and behold, a message awaited me. However, due to the ridiculously strict internet policies of my current position, I can see iGoogle, and I can see the addresses and subject headings of my emails but I can't ACTUALLY SEE THE EMAILS THEMSELVES. I called Alex and considered asking her to check my account and read me the email in the hopes that my subway Romeo had seen my missive and responded in the affirmative. But then I thought: okay. There are two possibilities here, and these are the only two:
1. It's him.
2. It's a picture of a penis.
Because really, who responds to a post THAT specific at 4 in the morning if it's not for them? Only someone trollin' for the bootaaaayyy.
So when I met my iPhone-toting friend later in the evening, I checked it out.
But THREE PEEN PICS. THREE. In one of which, the dude appears to be talking on the phone (you can see its cord [yes I said "cord"] in the background). They're SO BIZARRE. It had to happen sometime, right?