I found myself on the subway yet again and, in the midst of fantasizing when I’ll be rich enough to have a driver, to deciding if I should go to the gym that night, a beautiful man entered the train. More importantly, he was glancing towards my direction. Unfortunately, this wasn’t a bar, and we couldn’t just casually approach each other, could we? We didn’t. After a few stops and imagining the slick lines I would have prepared if he spoke to me, he got off at the Times Square stop. Mine wasn’t till 49th St.