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06.30.03 :: 9:10 am
At least I think he was an electrician. He had on a shirt that implied as much and was carrying a tool bag. Couldn't have been more than 25. And he was all tanned from what I like to assume was shirtless working... and those magnificent blue eyes. His name was Jon. It said so on the bag. In magic marker. Hi, hello, adorable. And I instantly became nervous the second he got on the train, like I had to pee and throw up at the same time. And I love him. Is there, like, a directory of electricians in New York? I'd scour that baby all year if I had to if I could call him and have him install some lighting fixtures or something. I am a woman on the verge. Clearly. |