blue eyed beauty on the 1 going the wrong way

New York City NY

Description

The 1 train arrived at 50th Street just as I caught you gleaning at me. We locked eyes but you looked away and the subway car door opened. You were short, blue eyed, brunette hair wearing black pants. I thought I would have more time to approach but within two stops you asked the riders if this was going uptown (it was) and then you scurried off into oblivion on 66th. I should have stopped you. Regret is a much worse feeling than rejection. Go for it, always.