every morning when i enter the metro, i pick up the 'matinplus' paper from my matinplus paper guy. he's cute, always gives me a big smile, and is genuinely happy to give me my paper.
he asked for my number last friday. i smiled and walked away.
tuesday: it was go time, on his part, at least. i approached, looking chic and rocking out to jay's new album. i had a swagger in my step. 'bonjour, merci, bon journee,' i said as i grabbed my paper. matinplus paper guy pointed at the paper and said something i couldn't hear, as hova was blasting in my earbuds. as i walked down the stairs and entered the metro, i looked at the paper...
"I LOVE YOU. is your beautiful. my name louis. number 06...."
i laughed my ass off all the way until i got on the metro (where my joy was ended by the sardine can that the metro had become the day before the big strike). this guy was ready.
or maybe he does this for all the ladies...
i can only imagine my next five weeks of metro-entering.
maybe its good that the strike is supposed to last for a week or so!
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