You took the B train Wednesday night. You were reading Friedman's 'The World is Flat' and wearing a dark blue top with a purple shirt. You were (are, since I don't think you've changed in the past few hours =P ) beautiful and I had a hard time not stealing glances. I was standing and reading something of my own - you didn't seem to notice me but if you did then I'd love to get some coffee and discuss your book...