☆ Mama, you been on my mind - m4w - 22 (New York)

Late night last Sunday I was heading home, leaving behind the White Horse Tavern and an unclosed open tab. How many whiskeys must a man drink down, before you call him a cab? Eighty-sixed with no answer, like a pawn more in the bartender's game, I staggered into the first subway station I found, positively 4th street.

I was hitchhiking from train to train, trying to remember the commute home. Repeatedly playing in my mind, that night's giddiness' official soundtrack: this Irish folk song I had learned in Greenwich Village.

Then, the train stopped in Union Sq., you got on and my binge got off, just like a naïve hipster transferring to the L train. You were dressing as if your Sunday had begun with the usual brunch; those yellow polka dots matched the colors of the subway line and your dark boots of Spanish leather matched the color of my night.

There I was, tangled up in your blue eyes. Wishing that the Q train would become Local, just for that day. Just so I could have more time to figure out what to tell you. We shared an empty and slow train for six stops, but I couldn't say a word. You got off on Lexington Av.

I tried to forget you, but today was Sunday again and the whole week you've been on my mind.

Really hope this finds you well. I never used Craigslist's Missed Connections before but believe me, I can't forget that smile of yours - one post a day's worth. I just wanted to let you know that I exist and I'll be every morning at The Fat Black Pussy cat. Drinking coffee and writing.

And waiting for you.

Robert Z.