Standing on the subway platform en route to pick up my newly re-strung tennis racquet, a handsome man approached me. He said something, but as I was wearing my iPod headphones at the time I couldn’t hear a word. After I removed one of the buds from my ear, he repeated his question, something about how long had I been waiting for the train. I answered, but couldn’t help feeling that there was another question on his lips. He smiled and said, “Has anyone told you you are very pleasing to the eye?”
I smiled back. “Not lately,” I said.