It was the dead of summer during early morning rush hour, and I was riding the metro to work. I regularly drive to work unless I have an evening planned in the city, and this is rare because I tend to be admittedly lame on weeknights. That night, I was going to see Beyonce in concert, so I was pretty excited and might’ve had a little dance in my stance as I stood on the Orange Line.
We caught eyes when you got on my train a few stops after me. You were tall and handsome, and I kept imagining where you were going or coming from with your hybrid suitcase/briefcase (did it have wheels?) – airport? business meeting? home? We never spoke, but kept on noticing each other, and shyly half-smiling. We both got off at Metro Center and went our separate ways. I hurried up the escalator with the crowd to get to my Red Line train, found a spot to stand, and there you were, directly across from me on the opposite platform. As timing would have it, both of our trains arrived together, and stopped in the exact same spot. I walked on, found a place to stand, and when I looked out the window to my left, there you were, again, and we both smiled and laughed as our trains pulled away.
There was nothing extraordinary about our encounter, except that it was a perfect missed connection in every single way. I know it might be two months too late, but I want to say thank you. I’m going through a recent breakup and you know, every person finds a different way to get by when they’re feeling low. Although my perfect missed connection may seem insignificant in the grand scheme of things… as they say, it’s the little things that help. My thanks aren’t enough for our brief interaction, because it has made me feel optimistic and happy during times when I’m feeling down, and that is something you hardly get from strangers, and something I will continue to be grateful for, and smile about. I know we will probably never see each other again, but if we do, I’m sure it will make me smile.