My Favorite Morning Ritual

1st Avenue below 14th - 9:15 am -recurring dreamboat - w4m - 25

you: beautiful blonde hair, jeans, a backpack, snacking on a sandwich
me: long brown hair, pink scarf, black and white coat, attempting to look cool

I have seen you several times in the past weeks and have noticed you were quite the looker. Today I saw you walking down 1st Ave. as I was walking up and I looked away quickly, so you wouldn't notice the trace of excitement in my eyes. I glanced up again ('cause I can't help myself apparently) and we caught eyes for a few seconds. You smiled from behind your sandwich and I thought that was adorable. I waited for you to pass before I turned around to check out the rest of you. I don't know if you recognized me too or if you're just one of those strange street smiling anomalies; but I know a good bakery on that block, so next time we cross paths, we should make out...or get coffee.

a backpack full of $$$

Mondo - 2am - an animal print t-shirt and a backpack - mid-20's

you: cute, scruffy, foreign, with some seriously high socks
me: blonde, white tank top and jeans, with some seriously blinging jewelry

I don't know if it was the retro pop, the sweet smelling stench of moving bodies, or your diffident moves on the dance floor- but something about you was working for me. I couldn't think of a thing to say, but when you touched my shoulder and told me you were getting a drink- I knew I had to make the next move. When you came back, I leaned in and complimented your backpack- I like a man who comes prepared for anything. Then you said something about it containing a million dollars. (In the words of Kanye West) I'm not saying I'm a gold digger- but I would say yes if you put some of that cash towards our first date.