You were on the W train around 8:45 this morning, from Astoria Blvd.

Green and orange (mostly green) tee shirt, funky yellow sweater with a pastel pattern on the front. Your hair is blonde and wavy? Curly? Wavy. Tight black jeans. White belt. Red shoes. Nosering. Genuine babe.

I was the guy sitting in front of you, trying not to ogle [but probably failing].

You got off at Times Square. I wonder where you were headed...