I Like Megan

Well, I don't like Megan. I don't hate Megan, either. I don't even know Megan. But somebody likes Megan, because they spray-painted their tepid feelings for her along the wall at the beach across from my apartment.

Not I Love Megan. I Like Megan.

Why? Why would someone feel the need to write that on a wall? Why would someone say "Megan, I wouldn't mind seeing you on a semi-regular basis, to hell with what anyone thinks!"

If you're going to deface public property, shouldn't it be for an emotion a bit stronger than "like?" Oh, won't Megan's friends be jealous when they see her sort-of admirer's apathy prominently displayed for the world to see!

Maybe, one day, he'll take Megan to a Red Sox game with some friends, and on the Jumbotron it will read: "Megan, I think you're a cool chick. And if Liz is busy this weekend, do you want to see a movie or something?"

Imagine their imminent breakup...

"Megan, baby, I like you, but I'm not in like with you anymore..."

Maybe there is no Megan. Maybe it's a code..."I like Megan" could be an anagram of "Enigma like" or "I am King Lee." Or "A Milk Genie." I'd like Megan if she were a milk genie. She'd grant wishes and help build strong bones.

I guess we'll never know. So Megan, wherever you are, know that somewhere out there, there's a guy who cares enough about you to spray some words on a wall, but not quite enough to use that other "L" word.