This is the coolest thing I've heard about in a while:
A growing number of fed-up single New Yorkers are organizing around the shared desire to turn those peeks into dates. Thousands of New Yorkers are now forwarding an anonymous e-mail to each other informing them that from now on, every first subway car has been declared "the singles car."..."You can talk to the person instead of talking about it for 30 minutes to your friends after the missed opportunity."
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Combating l'esprit d'esclair with combat orders: "Look, ladies and gents-- We're all so afraid of spontaneity and vulnerability that we'll just plan our chance romantic encounters in life." No, please-- just smile, make eye contact, and blush. Rinse. Repeat. Life is easier when it's not made into forced strategic planning.