I just opened a small, fat, green notebook, looking for blank pages to jot down some expectations I have about my health and what exercise I'm doing daily. Turning through page after page of conference call doodles and car accident information (far too much of that!) I came to an empty page at last.
Facing that first empty page were these words:
I can't see the face of the guy across from me - hidden by mirror - but he has the sexiest voice and good shoes.
But, on my initial squinty reading of my crabbed writing, I thought it read "he has the secret voice and good shoes."
And I sat here, trying to remember this moment, and wondered, just what was this secret voice? How did he use it? Will I ever hear it again?
Then, I squinted, and saw my mistake. Ah! Sexiest voice and good shoes. Got it.
But it was less mysterious. Less interesting.
I like my erroneous read better. I like the thought of a man with a secret voice. One only I could hear. There's some strange power there.
I'd like to hear it again.
Must have been a helluva pair of shoes, too.