Sometimes, you just should.
So today, while I was on the train to go to grad school, a very attractive young man got on the train. (Side note: In the tier of how I define physicality there is cute, hot, and handsome.) This young man probably fell between hot and handsome; it did help that he was wearing a nice suit. I’m a firm believer in the fact that if someone deserves a compliment, you should tell them, especially someone that took the time and care to look very nice that early in the morning. Anyway, we just exchanged brief glances and I wanted so badly to tell him how nice he looked, not even as a “hit on” type of thing, just to tell him. After a couple stops, he ended up sitting a couple seats behind me. In this time, i wrote him a note (similar to the one pictured above, that I rewrote so I would remember, with bad train handwriting and poor grammar). I’m a total wuss, I should have just went up to him and told him but i couldn’t. On my way out, I nonchalantly dropped the note next to him and he saw it and I hurried off the train, walking really fast.
I don’t know what he did to that note, or if he even read it, I don’t really care. I’m not even concerned if I ever see him again, I kind of hope I don’t, to avoid embarrassment. He (or some other stranger, if he left the note there) will read it and I hope they feel good about themselves, because they more likely than not deserve it.
I used to leave happy notes randomly every time I took the train…I wonder what happened to them.
Before I gave the guy the note, my heart was racing so fast and I felt like I was going to throw up. But afterwards, I felt really good…and I needed it, because things have not been happy times lately.
I have no regrets.
