A bird pooped on me as I started my commute home. I thought that’s why perhaps you looked my way. People had been doing it my entire commute. But I often forget I have a “presence”. In anycase, you were tall and handsome, mid length hair with potter-like glasses. I was the stout brown man in square dark Wintour-like glasses farther down the platform. I avoided making eye contact but kept looking your way, and would catch you looking at me. I was CONVINCED it was the person behind me. But every time I looked over my shoulder there was no one there. I stared off as my ADD distracted me. Got on the 1 going downtown and you had made your way onto my car, somehow within eyesight but not close enough for me to say anything. Anyway, it made my evening if you were checking me out. I will now be sure to try and make it to Penn station every day on my commute hopefully within that time frame until we cross paths again. If not.. perhaps it is love lost until the next life. The thing is as you got off on 18th I thought to myself “if he is looking at you, get off here. Ask him for his number. Because in all the endless possibilities… this moment may never come again.” But underwear had been cutting into my thigh all day, so then I thought “perhaps these paths will cross again, but until then I must cut the underwear into shreds as soon as I can”.