Just now I took a walk down Castro St to drop off some stuff at the dry cleaners. There was a cute, shirtless guy with a gorgeous body handing out fliers on the corner of 18th, where they usually hand out club/party fliers. As I passed him he handed me a flier and I oh so flirtatiously asked, "is this your number?" He smiled and said, "yes!"
I didn't break stride and was a few stores down the block before I realized it actually was his phone number. He's a personal trainer drumming up business. "Want a body like mine? Then train with me..."
It's always nice when I'm in sync with the universe's sense of humor.