I was headed downtown on the 4/5 express train - saw you on the platform at 86th. You kept me from heading in the wrong direction at 42nd st when they kicked everyone off the train. I think you got off at 28th st around 5ish pm. You had a tuxedo shirt and wicked cute smile. I was the blondie playing Scrabble on my iPod.

"Thanks for the tip." Man, I'm smooth. Contact me, I'll wear my ballgown shirt.