Dear readers, have you seen this Morning Boy???

Once upon a time every morning I walk to the subway to get to work. And I always see this one guy! I call him Morning Boy. He seems to live near the subway stop I go to (approx a 6-minute walk from my house), whereas I live near a different stop in the other direction that he takes. So we cross paths almost everyday, and if we don’t, that means I’m running extra-late instead of just a little.

Morning Boy is fairly attractive. I mean, he’s OK. Outside of the 8:30am paths-crossing context, I don’t think I’d notice him— but on rare mornings when I’ve managed to blow-dry my hair and wear clothes that match, I make a special effort to walk on the same side of the street as him so we can make sidewalk eye contact. Sometimes right before we pass each other, I’ll do the thing where I fake like something interesting is happening with my iPod & then look up in time for our “we are looking at each other now” moment. I am extremely chill about it. Half-smile only, if at all.

BUT— you guys, this is bad— I HAVEN’T SEEN HIM IN LIKE 3 WEEKS! And I’m moving to a different neighborhood soon! WTF Morning Boy, what happened to you? Is this over already? Before it ever truly began???

Maybe you have seen him? Here’s how you would know: Morning Boy wears cargo shorts and dark t-shirts and is a boy. I know he likes music because he definitely has an iPod, and also he uses a messenger bag to carry his work supplies. When it is sunny he wears aviator sunglasses, and wearing them causes him to walk like an asshole, kind of.

I think that description is clear enough, but I sketched out his likeness in case it’s not:



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