Sighting

I was with a friend waiting for the train. I think we were waiting for the Elizabeth line eastbound at Paddington station. You came walking up and I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. You were so pretty, with such style and presence. You wore a blazer / jacket over a white top with a red sort of ascot or some sort of bow tie at the neck or collar. We locked eyes a couple of times; I tried not to stare but I couldn’t help myself. I just wanted to meet you and introduce myself but I didn’t want to make you or my friend uncomfortable. You stopped and stood very close to us. When the train arrived my friend decided to run to the next car, and reluctantly I followed as you got on the car in front of us. I would really love to know your name, and learn as much about you as I can over coffee or a walk.

I was the tall guy with a black graphic tee under an unbuttoned dark blue pattern long-sleeved shirt with green pants and a ball cap. I wore a black backpack. I was dressed for comfort and a long day of walking and exploration. I do not live in London, but I do live in Europe. I would literally pay for a plane ticket to come back to London any time for a chance to spend a couple of hours getting to know you.

If by some unfathomable miracle you see this, you remember me, and you are actually interested, please reply!

Dinner, coffee, walkabout—you name it