I got off the subway today at Yonge + Bloor (a detour from my usual route via streetcar), and as I was walking, a very cute girl was the last to get on the train I just got off of. Our eyes met, and I knew my window to talk to her was no more than a few seconds. I didn’t even have time to think about it. Probably for the best. When you think, you think about what could go wrong and sometimes you don’t follow through.
So I just acted without thinking.
“We have 5 seconds to talk, so I’ll make it short, what’s your email?” I said.
She smiled, and told me her email.
As the subway “Ding dang dong” went off letting me know the doors were about to close, I said “I’m Zach,” not even realizing that my brain hadn’t processed the full email.
As the doors closed I looked at her, desperately. She took my look of desperation as one long stare at her, and blushed slightly. The train crept foward and my desperate realization really took hold…
Was it AnnaThompson89, or AnnaThomas89 or AnnaTom89?… was it even 89? It could have been 88.
Damn. A true, FML.