when i got off the train today, there was the hottest bike messenger i’ve ever seen sitting at those tables near the food court. he was blond (usually i don’t go for blond guys!) and tall and thin and looked shockingly good in his orange reflective smock. he was reading…something…probably an order slip or something. i totally wanted to throw down (can you use ‘throw down’ when talking about sex?) right there in merchandise mart in front of who-the-hell-cares-who. does this happen to other people too? it must.

…sorry eric.