We were on the same Brooklyn-bound F train Wednesday evening around 6:30pm, packed like sardines in a tin can. You got on at one of the last stops in Manhattan. You were the woman with dark hair and bangs and wearing black. I was the man with a green mask. I was immediately attracted to you even though I could only really see your face through the tangle of bodies. We made eye-contact a couple of times. Then by sheer coincidence, after disembarking from the train at York St., I caught your elevator at the last second in the big converted industrial building on Jay St., so we rode up just the two of us. I don't know if you recognized me from the train because I was no longer wearing a mask. I thought you were beautiful and wished I had come up with something more to say than "have a good one" as I got off the elevator. Two days later, I'm still thinking about our encounter. Care to get to know each other?