Missed Connection

You passed me at the 77th Street Station. I was heading through the turnstile - downtown. You had just gotten off the train. It was hot underground, but your smile was cool. You said hello, how are you. I was shocked, smiled, surprised at this bold move. I head through the turnstile, look back, to see you looking at back at me. I laugh, blown away at your candor! You stand there, with the turnstiles between us. Why didn't you say something, come back through? I actually start fanning myself, partly from the heat and partly from the flattery. You longer and then walk away.

It would have been the perfect story! Instead, it's just one great missed connection.