A View From a Train

I saw the most beautiful man in the subway yesterday. I was coming home from Sunday brunch with a friend and I was lost in my thoughts. We got to a few stations before mine and a man got in the car. And he was stunning. He had golden blonde hair, green eyes, high cheekbones and a dimple in his chin. His 6 foot tall frame was toned and he was wearing a polo shirt and shorts. I must have been staring at him because he smiled at me. I smiled back and then I suddenly felt shy and looked away. He sat across from me and I tried not to stare. It was simply impossible. I felt a sizzling chemistry in the air. The car was smoking hot. Never had a subway ride gone so fast. I contemplated going past my stop and then remembered Ally Da Pup probably needed to go outside. We came to my station and I reluctantly stood up and walked out of the car but not before one last look. We smiled at each other again, he raised a hand in farewell and I watched the doors close as I walked away. The train thundered down the tracks and he was gone.

Was it a missed opportunity? I honestly don't know but a part of me wishes I had never gotten off that train...