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Last Tuesday, I was riding the Metro home from a meeting and I purposely sat next to this oh so attractive black man in gray pinstriped pants and a black sweater. I just had to. I usually avoid the most attractive person on the train, but I went against my instincts and sat down next to him. I was reading The New York Times Style Magazine when he asked me if it was DC Magazine (the best DC-related style magazine in existence), which led to a short discussion about how much Washington lacks a creative representation like New York or Hollywood despite the fact that DC basically runs the world. The bottom line, we decided, was that politics can't be glamourized. It's too boring, and in the end no one really cares.

Nevertheless, the greater lesson here for me is to always carry a prop. Men have a hard enough time approaching a woman who has her act together. The very least I can do is give them an excuse to begin a conversation.

Our time together may have been brief, but that man was such a tasty snack. Maybe I'll run into him again. I tried to memorize his face, but I've already lost his image in my mind.