Story time.
Once upon a time (i.e. this morning) a girl named Kate (that’s me) skipped merrily out of her apartment and down into the subway, fresh-faced and ready to take on whatever the universe threw her way. As she transferred trains with her head phones in and Florence and the Machine's “Dog Days Are Over” synchronizing the pace of her steps (the dooooog days are ovvvaaah...step.step.step. The dooog days aaaaare doneeee....step.step...you get it.) She noticed a tall, come to find out 6’7, handsome man with stubble so perfect it made her knees weak.
The two future soul mates (okay—slight exaggeration) stepped onto the train at the same time. Mr. Perfect Stubble, being the giant that he was, sort of pushed peppy Kate as she tried to find a comfortable place to stand in the packed subway car. Kate naturally didn’t mind because hey—look at that stubble! He quickly apologized and Kate quickly shut off Florence and those God forsaken Dog Days and replied with a brisk, “No worries.” Smooth Kate. Real smooth. (Are you guys taking notes yet?)
The two future soul mates (okay—slight exaggeration) stepped onto the train at the same time. Mr. Perfect Stubble, being the giant that he was, sort of pushed peppy Kate as she tried to find a comfortable place to stand in the packed subway car. Kate naturally didn’t mind because hey—look at that stubble! He quickly apologized and Kate quickly shut off Florence and those God forsaken Dog Days and replied with a brisk, “No worries.” Smooth Kate. Real smooth. (Are you guys taking notes yet?)
Kate stood there as too much time passed and the chance of striking up a free-flowing conversation faded into the noise of the morning commute. Suddenly she realized that indeed, this was the best she was going to look all day. So with her freshly applied makeup and somewhat well styled locks, she raced against the humidity that was rapidly entering her hair follicles. She looked up at Mr. Perfect Stubble Giant man and said... “Do you ever get claustrophobic way up there?” Yes folks....WRITE.THAT.DOWN. That was my opening line. I wanted to melt into a puddle and slip down into the subway tracks in that very moment. Until of course, Mr. Stubble replied with a warm and friendly, “Sometimes—but you know, it’s worth it when a little old lady needs help getting things down at the store.” MELT.MY.HEART. Great stubble and a good-deed-doer?! Pinch me, I’m dreaming.
And so, one obnoxiously flirtatious subway ride later Kate found herself smiling and saying “This is me” as she motioned towards the approaching platform. There was a pause as the train came to a screeching halt, which is always a demonstration in good balance, and suddenly Kate was carried away in the shuffle of a.m. commuters who could care less about her overly flirtatious morning love affair. He said, “Wait!” Just as the subway doors were closing and Kate spun around only to be pummeled by exiting passengers (graceful, I know.) It was too late. Those powerful, shiny silver doors closed and off he went into the drizzly Manhattan morning.
No, no number exchange, and maybe through some twisted Manhattan fate they’ll meet again but until then, Kate walked away with something more. Confidence. Every challenge during the day would seem less scary then striking up a conversation with the Perfect Stubble Giant Man and she was encouraged to know that maybe there were still some great fish left in the sea. In the meantime, if you see a 6’7 man with perfect stubble who wears a suit and works in real estate…dibs.
And so, one obnoxiously flirtatious subway ride later Kate found herself smiling and saying “This is me” as she motioned towards the approaching platform. There was a pause as the train came to a screeching halt, which is always a demonstration in good balance, and suddenly Kate was carried away in the shuffle of a.m. commuters who could care less about her overly flirtatious morning love affair. He said, “Wait!” Just as the subway doors were closing and Kate spun around only to be pummeled by exiting passengers (graceful, I know.) It was too late. Those powerful, shiny silver doors closed and off he went into the drizzly Manhattan morning.
No, no number exchange, and maybe through some twisted Manhattan fate they’ll meet again but until then, Kate walked away with something more. Confidence. Every challenge during the day would seem less scary then striking up a conversation with the Perfect Stubble Giant Man and she was encouraged to know that maybe there were still some great fish left in the sea. In the meantime, if you see a 6’7 man with perfect stubble who wears a suit and works in real estate…dibs.
Have a great weekend y’all.
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