You: black horn rimmed glasses, plaid shirt, jeans and brown moccasin-like shoes taking the 6 downtown today around 7:30pm. You got on at 51st or grand central. I thought you were cute and then saw you were reading Wind-up bird chronicle. I was reading Kafka on the Shore.

We didn't make eye-contact and now I'm kicking myself for not talking to you. E-mail me if you read this.