I was feeling pretty crappy about myself as I left work in my running gear, to head for our training session in Brooklyn. My bright purple Team in Training shirt was too small, which made me look fatter, plus I needed a shave and a haircut.* When I got onto the subway, the guy across from me just stared at me. Great, I thought. I am horrifying strangers on the train.
When the guy got off the train a couple stops later, he handed me the above note just before the doors closed. It was written on a flap torn from an envelope.
Thank you, handsome gay man, for flattering this old straight guy. I kind of suspect the “it’s my birthday” thing is something you tell all the boys, but in case it isn’t: Happy Birthday.
You know what’s a great way to celebrate a random gay dude’s birthday? Donate!
*two bits
