We both got on the F train at Jay st. Metro tech. You were wearing a brown leather jacket and a black mask, dark curly hair, glasses and some scruff. I forgot my mask at home but you were looking at me in my Mad Jack’s flame hat and colorful coat, blonde and scruffy. I couldn’t stop looking back because you were so handsome. When you got off the train we still looked at each other a few more times and smiled about it. Gay cruising is alive and well in New York. Whatever your name is, I wanna find you and kiss you.
