We were both waiting in line for the women’s bathroom on an upper floor at the Whitney on Friday night. You had curly brown hair and were wearing a black top with jeans. I was also wearing a black shirt with grey-black jeans and was carrying a blue denim jacket. You had complimented me on my watch and I complimented you on your necklaces. You mentioned that you had moved here recently from out of state and we eventually got interrupted when the bathroom inevitably opened up.

I thought maybe we were in the same elevator going down, but I couldn’t tell if you were there together with the man who entered with you. You’re gorgeous and seemed so lovely and I felt like an idiot for not exchanging names. Maybe you were just being nice and making conversation or maybe you also felt something, and I’d love to connect if it’s the latter.