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Ladies, He’s a Keeper Missed Connection of the Day

lunch at hundred acres - m4w - 28 (SoHo)

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You were with two girlfriends sitting a table away from me at Hundred Acres on MacDougal St today, around 1pm. I was having lunch with a batty old book editor. You’re blond, lithe, were wearing a turquoise dress, and we made eye contact so many times it was ridiculous. You are crazy, crazy hot. 

And I’m married. But that eye contact was so intense I can’t help but post this… 

Honestly, what I find more infuriating reading this post is the throwing out “lithe” only to follow it with “crazy hot.” We get it, you went to a good college and either got a job in publishing or actually are a writer. But are also a young cool dude. (Pushing it, man.)

I’m not saying that monogamy means “no flirting with strangers” or anything, but no amount of eyefucking is a sign you “can’t help but” seek out an extramarital affair. I’m sure his wife would be like, “Oh, you had really intense eye contact? That’s a totally different thing. Go to town, honey!”