Sighting

I saw you, in a beanie, grey marl sweatpants, sat on your silver bike at the Camberwell A202 intersection. The stop lights you were looking up at lit up your face so perfectly. I passed you, I was wheeling my Peugeot bike next to me with roller-skates around my neck. It was 21:34, I know because my friend checked her phone once we passed the Lidl. I’m still beating myself up for not saying anything to you. I was too stunned to speak. I didn’t know that my type existed in the real world. I’m also partially glad I didn’t say anything to you, I fear my confidence is not up to scratch. Pushing myself to a higher esteem now so I don’t miss out on future connections like this one. Whatever is meant for me will never pass me by.

If you somehow manage to see this, I would love to have a cycle date with you, and grab a bite or a drink afterwards.

Sincerely,

cycle date & drinks 😊