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?)
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.