Wanting to be near taller woman, other than my own masochistic gay panic, had to do with wanting to enjoy the perimeter that seemed to radiate around her. I got exactly what I wanted when the portly man with the bowler had gave me space. Luck was clearly in my favor today. Maybe I should buy a lotto ticket? My brain went empty for a second when I caught Tall, Tan, and Gorgeous's eye in the window. My eyes snapped away so fast I almost got dizzy.<br/><br/>My brain when we made eye contact:<i> Ooop! I didn't mean to catch her eyes. Did she notice? Shit... Trees. Just look at trees... but Damn it she's so pretty. Fuckin hell I'm a DORK. Whyyyyy. </i><br/><br/>I couldn't help but remember trying to flirt and failing miserably back in New York. You would think going for your own gender would be easier, but nope. How do you know when a girl is giving you a complement as a platonic thing, or if its flirty? God skipped me with the Gaydar, apparently. What if this woman was just really cool and edgy, not queer? Why did it even matter? There was no way someone like her would be interested in someone like me. She could break me in half!<br/><br/>I nearly forgot how to finish my braid and had to undo the portion I'd stumbled on because I'd concentrated too hard on trying to look past her instead of at her. So of course I focused so hard on that, that when the slow-down came - as it did<b><i>every damn day -</i></b>I wasn't ready for it.<br/><br/>"Sorry," I mumbled as I stumbled back half a step, failing to catch the pole I had previously used for support since my hands were tangled in my hair. I bumped right back into her and realized I'd forgotten to put on stockings because I could feel the smooth fabric of her pants -- where they jeggings? God I'm fashion missing -- and<i>Oh My God </i>did I imagine planting my ass right in her hand? I totally imagined that. Had to have. God didn't hate me that much, right?<br/><br/>I must have looked liked I'd gotten electrocuted I stood up so damn straight once I'd righted myself. I did a count to ten and forced myself to not look so uptight and forced a more relaxed posture, planting my feet better so that the next train movement wouldn't send me reeling again, but when I glanced at myself in the reflection, my face was red and my eyes were too bright.<br/><br/><i>Shit. </i>