Ladies Love Postal Workers

i went to the post office on ashland between gigs to drop off some packages, and while i was there, i realized i needed stamps as well. a man was behind the counter, a tall, handsome man who looked shockingly similar to a lighter skinned ll cool j -beautiful smile, kind eyes. his counter was open, and i stepped up. i sent my packages and asked if i could see whatever postage they had.

"sure you can," he said, and even though it was early morning, he gave me a once over. i didn't mind because it was very smooth and somehow complimentary, not slimy in the least. "here's what we have," he said, and proceeded to lay each sheet down, deliberately, on the countertop. "native american history, flowers, flags," he mechanically spoke, then said "muppets, awareness, latin dancing". as i was choosing, he secretively said, "you need a black man in your life," and my head snapped up. the pause was long, and i looked him in the eye. then he slyly laid a sheet of arthur ashe stamps down.

i laughed more honestly than i had all that long week.
also, i'm in love with him. thanks, anthony.