Saw you in TJ Maxx and then the Broad St J

wall street near william street, New York City NY

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I went into the TJ Maxx on Wall Street after work, around 4:45 last Wednesday, you waited on line in front of me at the cashiers. It was a bit of a wait. You've cracked the code, you clearly work at a place that demands business casual but you have the vaguely chunky boots and checkered (absolutely perfectly fitting) pants of someone whose wild years aren't exactly a decade away. You had a short cut, but not a buzz, sort of wavy, thin-ish, brown-ish, stronger-than-pixie hair with something cute happening around the ears, and when you turned your head you had just the kind of eyes a man thinks about the rest of the evening, wondering what magic it requires to get a booth at a bar, look into them a bit further, and say "I'd like to know everything". Alas they called your register and you bought your shelving unit and disappeared. Of course, I was smitten, and looking even more Wall St-bro than I ought to, as it's a brand new job and lifestyle for me, and I don't read as the cool Brooklyn musician I [imagine I] once did. COVID giveth and taketh, and while I'm still pinching myself every day for exiting the freelance world, I balked at the slightest flex it might have taken to interrupt your masked, airpodded self and be *that guy*. I was prepared to write the whole thing off, until you got onto the Broad St J headed I presume in the same direction as me. For the time being I live in Bushwick, and I surmise we have the same commute. If we see each other again, hear me out. We should definitely get a drink.