So I'm waiting for the LIRR train to take me home when this kind of indie/punk-esque girl walks by and then asks me for directions for a train that will take her to Mineola out on Long Island. I give her directions and she thanks me. She takes a lingering pause before walking down to the tracks. The moment she walks down, something inside me kicks me and I realize I should have asked her for her number or email. She lingered a bit and we did have some small chit-chat conversation before parting ways.
Clearly, I missed the signal and realized a bit too late. I could have walked down to the track where she waiting for her train but at that point it may have seemed desperate.
I always realize this when the opportunity, the moment has passed. It seems I'm perpetually missing the signal. Damn, I suck.
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