I took a 40 minute train ride this past Saturday. I was wearing tight jeans that flared at the bottom and a black baby tee that sat snug against my D-cups (photo of my outfit on profile in case you’d like a reference).
I settled into the window seat in the “silent” car. A passenger caught my eye as soon as he came through the door. I don’t remember the last time I felt such an instant attraction to a stranger.
He sat down to occupy the seat facing mine and took out a book from his backpack. He seemed instantly interesting and intelligent when he flipped open a 700-pager about WW1 (what can I say, I’m hot for history nerds).
I tried to take in and commit to memory as much of his features as possible. He had curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. He was wearing a black t-shirt and grey shorts and he had some facial hair. I’m not good at guessing age, but I’d say he was in his late 20s.