UnorthodoxY Archive It's wasn't what you thought

Wandering home tonight I found this notice tapped to a lamppost:

As you can see the photo is terrible (sadly only had my phone on me) and I can’t remember the exact wording but the gist of the message is: “Looking for Graham/Graeme. I’m the french girl you met at some club at the Venue. Etc, etc, didn’t get number, etc, etc, please call number“.

This appeals to me for two reasons, first the sheer optimism in hoping that the man in question will see the notice (or someone who knows him will). And, second, for sheer trust involved in sticking your phone number on a lamp post. On Leith Walk. On a Friday night.

Best of luck to you, french girl.