You were a star at Downtown Crossing

Boston MA

Description

You were on the Braintree platform. My God did you look beautiful. You had long brown hair that went down past your shoulders. I tried to come up to you, to say a word and get a conversation going. My mother always reminded me that I'm 'no looker', but that my personality could dazzle anyone, so I gave it a shot, but the thing is, I only have one eye (skiing accident) and I had forgotten to put in my false eye, and this uncorrected flaw tends to prejudice people against me, on account of the gaping hole in my face, with the dark-red hollow of my eye socket being exposed and what-not. Anyway, I don't know if you remember, but I tried to do a magic trick to impress you (I work birthdays, confirmations, bar mitzvahs, etc.) I took out a deck of cards and fanned them out and asked you to pick one, but you kept moving away, and every time you moved away, I kept coming forward, and a third party on the platform grew concerned, apparently, and got between us, and it was a real ugly scene when all was said and done. But you were so charming, so beautiful, that I felt I had to shout my phone number to you. I remember shouting the numbers. Maybe you remembered them, maybe not, but you haven't called. Everyone said I was making you cry for some reason, but I knew the tears were tears of happiness, what with true love being so seldom a phenomenon in this world. Anyway, please call me. We have to start now. We're getting older all the time. Love, J