Spitting Image

on the train today a crazy and loud but really beautiful young woman tried to pick me up. she wants to learn english.

she wanted to practice english. she loves edward norton. he is sexy and has a sharp face and blue or green eyes and she wants marry with him. she believes buddha but thinks maybe the church has some free english classes or something. she wants to learn english but doesn't have any money, so maybe she will see what's up with the christians. or maybe catch an american, who would teach her. i didn't think to tell her the mormans are more than happy to help.

she said i was handsome, like edward norton. she said "james, you are sexy, like edward norton." and then she pretended we were riding the new york city subway together and that all around us were people from all around the world, different colors and nations and languages and we were all there traveling together for different places for different reasons and everything wasn't really the same all the time at all.

she said she was 24 and i said i was 33. she didn't understand at first, so then i repeated it in japanese - watashi wa san ju san sei des - which left her beautiful babbling mouth stuck for a moment in astonishment and then she asked if i had a girlfriend and i said no, i have a wife.
which if you know anything about edward norton, is so not edward norton.
she pointed out that i didn't have a ring. i explained they were too expensive. she then told me exactly where i could get some cool atom boy rings for fifty cents each - and then it was my stop. she said, "james, i like meet you. this is where you stop."

picture via google: text via e-mail from james