"Excuse me. I know this is random," he said, "but I've been standing here at the metro stop waiting for my friend, and I saw you and said to myself, 'If you don't go and talk to that girl over there, you're going to be kicking yourself later.' You have this grace about you. Do you do yoga or meditate?"
I said no to both.
He was a med student from New Jersey interning in eye surgery and next told me I looked like his ex-girlfriend, some girl from Australia who was skinny and tall and worked in the fashion industry. He kept touching my elbow, but seemed relatively harmless, though a little awkward. He wasn't unattractive, but I wasn't attracted to him either.
He asked if we could grab coffee, but I declined and said I was waiting for my friend for dinner (which was true).
Then shit got weird.
The random touching of my elbow, which seemed a little forced to begin with, led to him touching my hair, saying it was "cool." Next thing I knew:
"I have this really big urge to kiss you right now," is what he's saying to me. "It's spontaneous, a little taboo in broad daylight...."
Mentally I cursed my friend for, of all days, being late that day.
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