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.
— Fellow Reader
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 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.