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on the metro this morning, i saw the man i want to marry. he is tall, somewhat lanky, in a cute way. from his skin i'd say he was early thirties. he was wearing a suit that was just a smidge too big for him. there was something very sexy about the way he didn't quite fit into everything that suit represents. he was holding his backpack, one you could tell also doubled for genuine backpacking purposes. when he rose to get off, which was far to soon, he put the backpack on, carelessly wrinkling his suit. his dark blonde hair was unkempt. he looked at it in his reflection in the window, before he got off. i'll forgive his vanity. he straightened a few loose ends, then gave up just as it took it's original form. it's the look that makes you wonder if he was trying to pull off the toussled matthew perry kind of look, but at the same time, just got out of bed. completely unintentional. he is probably a night owl. he is wise, witty and has an excellent sense of humor. he is perfectly adaptable to the middle class world, but is perfectly beyond it. his job is just a job to him, his passions lie elsewhere.
i only shared a stop with him. i will probably never see this man again. he is what i desire. |
| posted by Paige @ 3:55 PM |
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