You were the really cute guy with the shaved head standing by the door on our super-crowded morning train. I was the slightly taller one with dark hair and a goatee. I thought you were really attractive and I kept purposefully bumping my leg up against your hand. We made eye contact many times. You smiled, I smiled back but had no idea how to approach you. I boarded the train at Addison and got off at Merchandise Mart. Left the train regretting not talking to you. Would like a second chance.