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.
Hermes on Julia
I saw you on a Friday afternoon. You were running past Julia street. Wild mane of hair in the wind and gilded under the sun. Shirtless, gorgeous, Hermes incarnate. Leonine and lovely. What were you running to? What were you running from? I confess, I imagined you running to me. In a flash I envisioned a whirlwind love story. Tender, carnal and almost gold. In a flash, you continued down Camp Street.
Cybertruck on Earhart
To the handsome gentlemen driving the Tesla Cybertruck down Earhart. I tried to get your attention but you were focused on something else. I waved and you were just at an angle where you could not see me. I wanted to make sure you did not miss my middle finger.
Good Shopping Partner
@ Trader Joe’s—We first spoke near the prepared foods. I suggested chicken tamales, then I found myself next to you in the bread dept. I suggested the Danish bread. You said wow, you’re a good shopping partner. My response was, I’m a good partner partner! I asked you out for coffee. You said yes! I gave you my number (I probably should’ve gotten yours).
Hailey, I’m still waiting.
Holler!
Glitter & Barbed Wire
Fall 2014 Black & Pink Fundraiser at Siberia. You were wearing a raincoat, clumps of glitter, and some barbed wire. You stood on a chair and lipsynced to “Closer” by FKA twigs and it remains one of my favorite drag performances I’ve ever seen. Who are you??
Prince Westley Lookalike At Flora
You looked like Prince Westley, I was the double clown in line in front of you at Flora’s. You asked me if they were still serving coffee and said you’d really like one and I replied “as you wish.” Your chuckle was cute. Teach me how to make your perfect cup??
Pod of Orcas
At the Soul Coughing show at Tips I wiggled my way up to the front pole with more determination than the rest of the group I came with, and found myself with the nicest group of women (and a few men, but this isn’t about them). I kept calling us a pod of orcas. I loved being at the show with you, the hugs at the end were real, hope to run into you again, stage right.
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illustrations by Maegen Guidroz
