We sat near each other on the train this morning, Wed, June 4th. You have dark hair and eyes, were wearing a black skirt, and were reading the Red Eye (or the equivalent) newspaper. Our eyes met once or twice. Me: dark hair and eyes, wearing a beige rainjacket. I was writing in a notebook. I was dying to talk to you, but you exited at Sheridan, before I had the chance. Would love to meet for coffee and get better acquainted!