Jul 19, 2011 1:54 AM GMT
Ok the other day on the Orange Line this dude was sitting across from me. He was a total hipster: Brady-bunch like 60s polo tight shirt, tall, skinny, and beard. He was reading a book... Right before he got off (the train), he holds his bookmark in front of him as he crosses his hands and reads several more sentences. I looked across (because he was sitting directly in front of me) and there was a phone number written on the bookmark. He kept his eyes on the book, but that phone number was staring me in the face. At that point I thought either: this dude has one of the most subtle pick up methods ever, or I'm just imagining that the number is meant for me at all. Thoughts?