You were a dark-haired (and absurdly beautiful) woman who had just exited the turnstiles in the Bowery station in LES around 7:10pm.
I?m the curly-haried, bespectacled man you made eye contact with, for what felt like a lifetime, before you ascended the stairs. I had just run into my friend (a woman of similar height w dark hair), and we were awkwardly talking in front of the service booth.
Quite a long shot, but hoping we can connect here.
