I can’t stop thinking about you. We first saw each other in the steam room at Equinox Greenwich Avenue on Wednesday, March 5, around 8 pm. You had medium-length brunette hair slicked back from being wet, a subtly full and well-groomed 3-day beard, and thick brown eyebrows. Your eyes looked hazel or greenish, and your face was so symmetrical and attractive it was hard not to stare.

We kept making eye contact in the locker room area—especially when you were almost fully dressed, holding a beanie, and then wearing it; and again when you were applying Equinox facial cream at one of the mirrors. It was the kind of mutual glance that made both of us turn our heads. You struck me as a slightly hipster, outdoorsy type—someone who might enjoy hiking in national parks—given your laid-back style, longer hair, and the beanie.

I have longer, wavy blonde hair (it probably looked darker because it was wet). When you saw me for the last time, I was wearing light-blue swim shorts with a white towel around my neck.

Major missed connection, since this was my last time at this gym. But I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind. If you see this, I’d love to connect—you seem like the man of my dreams.