You were at the bar at Blue Note. You had the most expressive eyes I've ever seen. We made eye contact during the saxophone solo and you smiled. I was too shy to come over. Still thinking about it.
— Shy Listener
No one has claimed this yet — could it be you?
It was a Tuesday evening, around 6pm. I was grabbing groceries at Trader Joe's on the Upper West Side. You told me my green corduroy jacket was "the coolest thing you'd seen all week." I was so caught off guard I barely said thank you. I wish I'd asked your name.
You were reading Norwegian Wood on the L train heading to Williamsburg. You had paint on your hands and a canvas bag. I was standing right next to you reading the same book. We noticed at the same time and laughed.