You were reading Nabokov.
I leaned towards you and the eye contact was undeniable.
We sat opposite each other, with a row of seats between.
You were sitting down when i stepped onto the train at the bowling green station, i was standing in front of you, i couldn’t take my eyes off you, very hot, we both got off at grand central, i let you get in front of me when the train stopped, being the gentleman that i am.
I seen you, I wanted you, I was with other people but if I was by myself I would’ve talk to you.
I imagined my own levity as I broke the ice so you and he could pierce the irascible mystery of subway romance.
I got on at Carroll Street and you gave me your seat.
I dream about not thinking about these silly things and not secretly waiting for this day.
This morning on the downtown 6 train we sat across from each other and kept catching each others eyes and eventually a few smiles were shared.
I wanted to give you my number. 🙂
You were the smoking hot guy with dark skin scruffy beard with the piercing blue eyes which
kept staring at me over and over again, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you.
Today you were wearing a really cute green tank top with a little pocket in front and rolled up sweat pants.
Prosecco and choc orange – m4w (Upper East Side)
You sit near me in Shul – m4m
Please contact me.
For my part, I wondered what kind of flowers they were, and secretly hoped they were for your daughter.