Sighting

we both got on the victoria line towards seven sisters at oxford circus today (june 15 at ~18:30). i: tall curly blonde shag leather jacket sunglasses tendrilly tatted journaling in a tiny notebook standing sweating fantasizing mere feet from you. you: tall curly dirty blonde jean(?) jacket that had wisconsin something embroidered on the back maximally tatted hands & likely everywhere reading a book standing looking absolutely steamy. i both couldn’t look directly at you & couldn’t stop staring & was trying to scramble to find a relic to stick in your book as i left, but the final train stop came up too hot & we all exited & i almost followed you onto your next train then realized i was being a creep & genuinely needed to get to the cemetery before it closed so here we are. i’m only in town 48 more hrs but you make me feel absolutely feral & i will cancel any plan for u. pls get in touch or just silently enjoy how much lust you can summon from a stranger xx