I saw you approach that woman waiting for the train. She was tall, slender and stunningly beautiful. Her body language seemed that of a resting lioness, fierce and striking. Your body language, however, was that of a newly birthed fawn. Shaking and quivering, you walked over to her wearing wrinkled plaid, fading khakis and an anxious mien. She looked up as you approached and smiled, to which you returned a timid wave of the hand and mouthed, “Hi”. I watched you struggle with small talk while she patiently played along. Then you asked her something, to which she mouthed, “I’m sorry, I have a boyfriend.” You apologized and told her to have a nice day. I saw you walk away, defeated and embarrassed. As you walked back to your seat, you looked around checking if anyone had noticed. I met your gaze and nodded. We’ve all been there man, keep trying.
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