We both got on at Times Square. You were looking beautiful and so put together in your blue pantsuit. I was darker skinned in a blue jacket wearing glasses (I promise I look better without them).
I didn’t want to be creepy and you were with colleagues anyway but I couldn’t look away. We smiled at each other and you immediately started playing with your lovely dark blonde hair, which I found irresistible. You got off at Clark St and that was that.
Posted: Tuesday. April 21, 2026.
