An email exchange between me and J. this afternoon (me at my desk at work and him on BART via his Blackberry):
Subject: Turning 60
J: There must be something magical about it. I've been offered a seat on BART 2 of my 3 homeward trips since my birthday. Or else I must look like s**t.
M: It's totally your 'silver foxy-ness', love. People just want to get out of the way of all that magnetism. :-p
J: Your flattery will get you everywhere, dear.
Monday, September 28, 2009
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