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Street Theatre

5/15/2014

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I was walking down the street in Philly Saturday and I noticed two guys across the street. They were both dressed in workout gear and they appeared to be at the end of a first date. The taller blonde guy was standing in a doorway, facing the shorter dark-haired guy in a too-bright peach shirt. Blondie looked like he couldn’t wait for Peachy to leave. I remember thinking, No chemistry. It’s not gonna work.


Peachy finally took off just as I crossed the street to the point where they had just been awkwardly speaking. I watched Peachy’s back as he walked away, looking down at his phone. I felt bad for the little guy, knowing he wouldn't be getting a call back. 

Then the best thing in the world happened. Blondie opened the door, peeked outside, and looked for Peachy to make sure he was far enough away, and then he walked out the door! He walked a few steps ahead of me so I was able to watch him watching Peachy. It was so exciting! What if Peachy turned around and saw Blondie walking down the street? Busted! I was secretly hoping it would happen, but I also wanted Blondie to get away with it.

Blondie and I took a left at the corner and we made eye contact and I swear I must have had a conspiratorial smirk on my face that I’m pretty sure he noticed. I almost said, “You got away with it,” but I suddenly thought he might not react well. He was a little too attractive and looked like he might be a jerk. I’m not going to say I got an evil vibe from him, but the look in his eye wasn't a particularly warm one. A real snollygoster, I bet, I thought to myself, quite judgmentally. 

He walked in through a new door, one Peachy would never see, and I continued on my way. I took a right after two more blocks and then the second best thing in the world happened. I was suddenly right behind Peachy! I couldn't believe it. I SOOOO wanted to say something like, “You’re better than him,” or “He wasn't Mr. Right,” or some sort of weird, mysterious thing that a stranger would say that would send a chill up your spine. But then I decided not to interject myself into their story, unlike the way they unknowingly interjected themselves into mine. 

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