Hey - we were both on the 1 train. You were sitting next to the door, I was leaning against it with a massive suitcase. I was wearing a black winter hat with a brim. You had beautiful brown hair and a smiled at me several times. You headed out at 59th street - but not before looking back.
Of course, in retrospect, I wish I had jumped off the train and gotten your name and number but then I wouldn't have gotten the pleasure of posting on missed connections for the first time. lol.
If by some wild-card chance you read this, a response would rock.