Phone call with my Mother today brings word that my 7-year old niece got in trouble yesterday. Seems she and her girl-friend went to the neighbors, left a note, rang the doorbell, and ran. The note left on the male neighbor's door read "Boys are so sexy. Boys are so hot." The neighbor thought that the girls were a little too young to be thinking such things and said as much to my Mother. I have to admit I admire my niece's moxie.

I've been known to leave a note or two behind with guys I've admired. It 'minds me of a time a few years ago. I was living in the gay Dupont Circle neighborhood of Washington, DC. For months I had been noticing this cute guy getting in and out of his car in my neighborhood. I was smitten with him for his car as much as his cuteness. Mind you, this wasn't a porsche or anything. It was a simple, broken-down, heavily-used station wagon. But it had the best accessories. Most importantly, a figurine of Wonder Woman hanging from the rear-view mirror, as well as the necessary gay pride emblems on the bumper.

Finally, after months and months of never running into him at the right time, I spied his car parked on the street and him at the neighborhood circle mixing and socializing. I tried to bring myself up to him, but what was I gonna say "I've noticed you and your car for quite a while," or "I'm not a stalker.... really," or something strange like that. So, of course, I did what anyone in my place would do. I placed a poem on his car noting my affection. It read:

Love your Wonder Woman
Love your Pride
Would love an opportunity to meet you
I hereby do confide.
Much to the surprise of my friends he did call and we went out for an evening of tea and cookies. He turned out to be kinda weird, but I suppose you attract what you bait.