Half blonde on the F Train

New York City NY

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I hopped off the train about 10 minutes ago after trying to push myself to say something before my stop. We sat next to each other, practically wearing the same black jeans, a solid foot shorter than I, I assume at least. I peeked glances at you in the reflection of the window in front of us, you did as-well. It's a shame that I have the social awareness+skills of a toddler. You most likely wont see this but on the off chance you do, I'd love to talk to you, I don't have much to base this off of; but you seemed "nice" which is more of a compliment than you'd think