Maybe Next Time...

Ever see someone on the train that catches your eye and then kick yourself once you get off because you didn’t say anything? Well take a gander at this tale, I’m sure that it might be familiar to some…

I was comatose on the train going to one of my jobs. At the time I was working in Brooklyn after work and on the weekends. On this particular day I was very sleepy so I decided to catch some Z’s on my hour long commute. I slept most of the way, only to wake up and found you sitting next to me. I had no idea how I must've looked or how my breath smelled so I tried to “catbath” myself real quick...you know get the invisible crust out, and lick the teeth to get whatever residue that might've went into my mouth when I was asleep. You were reading a book, something about Dave Chappelle and a conspiracy. I mentioned a blog that was related to the subject matter and to my surprise you were a reader too (Stuff Black People Hate – MY FAV).

I asked what it was about and you engaged me in conversation like you were waiting for me, or anyone for that matter, to ask about it. By the time I had all of my facilities, it was time to get off the train. What pained me at the moment was that I didn't have the right amount of courage to slip you my business card or to even ask you for your name, but I do know that you were quite the looker. When I got off the train I kicked myself because I didn't make any moves. But then again, you didn't make any either. The funny thing is I thought about posting one of those Missed Connection ads on Craig's List but thought better of it because I had my chance then blew it. Besides if the feeling were mutual you would have made the move too then right?