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Not my faultMarch 11, 2006 - 4:10 a.m.
I've spent many, many years watching the interactions between other people. I see what happens between men and women in public places; I see when people care about each other and when they don't. You might recall an entry I did some months ago where I was out after work one night and a gorgeous, elegant young woman was basically being ignored by her boyfriend. Well, tonight it happened again. Different couple. Different action on my part. Tonight, there was a couple in, married. Early 30s, he was detached, checking his messaging and his cell phone, she looking around trying to get interested in anything, anything but him. I did the unthinkable. I slipped her a note, saying "you look like you're looking for fun." I included my phone number. She took it. Read it. Looked at me, and nodded. I moved away from her, and we made eye contact the rest of the evening. When it became clear that she and her husband were getting ready to leave, I wrote her another. "If you chicken out tomorrow morning, I will understand. It's OK." She took it. Read it. And nodded. They left. I am horrible. Horrible in my loneliness. It's not my damn fault he's ignoring a gorgeous woman in favor of his text messages.
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