Ships In The Night

You were sitting alone reading a book. I had a cup of coffee and sat by the window. I so wanted to say hello but was too shy. This is my hello.

Friends of ours held an “Amazing Race” event this last weekend. One of the more clever clues was a personal ad in the local paper. In searching for it you read through a lot of ads, the one above included.

Who are these people!? Would that ad work even in some kind of alternate universe? A more truthful version of that ad would read as follows:

You were sitting alone reading a book. I thought you were attractive. I drank my coffee while trying to figure out some excuse or basis on which to strike up a conversation, but knowing that I never would. You caught be staring at you several times. I smiled nervously each time. You walked out. I apologize if I was creepy. I so wanted to say hello but was too shy. This is my hello.

With my good looks and obvious charm I’m sure you would be surprised to learn of my utter ineptitude at meeting attractive strangers. Mind you, as most strike out kings know, there are way more lesbians in the general population than you might think. So, I’m not passing judgment on the person, but any way you slice it these ads are strange and the lottery must have a better success record. Just take your humiliations in person. Say hello. It’s character building. If they don’t respond the way you hoped you can safely assume they are gay. That’s the way well adjusted grown ups do it.

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