Book at me!

Dear Anonymous Guy on the 1 Train:
I see you’re holding “The Vagina Monologues”. I see because you’re making sure that enough of the book’s cover is exposed so that anyone looking your way will notice its title. You look at me like I should nod my head in approval and smile an invitation to discuss not only your open-mindedness but your brash willingness to be seen in public with this book, and maybe even, if our eye contact lingers, its contents.
Perhaps I will try to win the favor of random men by carrying “The Big Big Book of Penis” the next time I ride the A train.
Thanks for the inspiration.
xoxo,