Disconnected in Brooklyn on Craigslist

I was sitting next to you on the F-Train this afternoon, Mr. Intimidatingly Hot, writing a list for myself and regretting my really impractical choice of footwear today. You were to my right, wearing an army green button up shirt, dark jeans, and brown man boots, with beautiful blue eyes and dirty blonde/light brown hair (mussed up just so) and some scruff. Swoon.Very well done.
You were so incredibly cute that I was not my usual conversational self, and after awkwardly catching your eye a few times, the thing I finally said to you was...
"It's freakishly quiet on the train today, huh?"
Very smooth, very smooth. *Hits forehead*
You got off at the next stop (Bergen, I think), and my inner monologue groaned. If you're the missed-connection-checkin' type, email me and tell me what I looked like/was wearing and what you said to me. You're totally intriguing- and I promise I can usually come up with something far more compelling to say.
Excellent Runner Up:
To the Guy Who's Hair I Messed Up at Agora II - m4m - 23
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