Aren’t you tired of swiping in the hopes of running into a specific someone you have an existing, lingering curiosity about? Here’s your chance to be brave—to take the active route instead of the passive one. Let’s connect again.
Traffic Court Hero
To the gentleman on the bicycle who offered me a free beer at 10:00 in the morning as I was coming out of traffic camera court (I lost). It’s a little bit early for me but I appreciate the gesture. Never change, New Orleans.
Hospital Hottie
Saw the prettiest person I’ve ever seen in my life walking around at the hospital last Thursday. We made eye contact for a hot second and I could see your green eyes from down the hallway. You had on a Powell’s bookstore shirt which was even cooler. No idea if there’s anything there, but I’d be amped to see.
Psychedelic Haze
On Fat Tuesday, we were walking on opposite sides of the street (a block between Frenchmen and Elysian Fields), and locked eyes in an amazing haze of psychedelics. I was dressed as a giant crawfish, you had these glasses that made your eyes into mouths. We both just had our jaws dropped in awe, and kept turning our heads to maintain eye contact even though we were walking in opposite directions. Hope you’re well.
Let’s Go For a Ride
You asked to see my motorcycle and I said it’s outside like a dumb dumb. If you promise you’re queer I’ll take you riding.
Monster Truck Jester
You gave me a gas station weed gummy before monster trucks but we didn’t sit next to each other so I tried to say all my jokes and commentary really loud to make you laugh.
Corny Romance at the Pool
I was reading a corny romance novel at the pool and you came up and hit on me. You asked what I was reading and scoffed at my fun and cute book. I hope you have more fun with your life in the future.
Singin’ On The Greenway
You were singing to yourself as you passed me on your bike on the Greenway. I pedaled behind you for less than thirty seconds before our paths diverged. You have such a beautiful voice! I wish I’d said something to you. But like, what would I have said? “I also love to sing on my bike?” Anyway. Maybe one day we’ll hum the same tune.
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illustrations by Maegen Guidroz
