Downtown Boy

I saw a guy on the train.

I spent the day downtown and was on the train home when I saw him.

He was sitting next to me, not directly, but in the next pair of seats over.

He was alone. He had dark brown hair and brown eyes. He wore a dark green and brown striped sweater, jeans, and black high-top Converse. His bag was on the seat across from him.

He held his phone in his hand and listened to music. I wondered what he was listening to.

Where was he headed? Why was he downtown? What was his story? What was his family like? What were his friends like? Did he have a girlfriend? Probably. People who are that cute typically do.

As the train began moving, I saw his reflection in the window. I couldn’t help but stare at him.

I wanted him. Really badly. I wanted him to pull me into the bathroom and press me against the wall. I wanted to make out with him. I wanted to stick my tongue down his throat.

I wanted him to take me away. Could you take me with you, Downtown Boy? Could you take me to New York City? Let me be your downtown girl! Let’s run away together, Downtown Boy. Let us live our lives together.

But that would never happen; he never took his eyes off his damn phone.

I kept looking out the window at his reflection. Notice me, Downtown Boy. Please?

Hole’s Miss World was playing from my earbuds. ”I am the girl you know, can’t look you in the eye. I am the girl you know, so sick I cannot try. I am the one you want, can’t look you in the eye.”

Oh, Downtown Boy, how deeply I love you.

Before long, the train announced our arrival at the station where I needed to get off.

I got up and headed out. Before I went downstairs, I turned around and looked at Downtown Boy one last time.

This time, he looked up from his phone, and we made eye contact. He smiled at me, and I smiled back.

Then, I made my way down the stairs.

Goodbye, Downtown Boy. May we meet again?