Too much lozenges got to my head.

This morning I fell in love with the guy who sat beside me on the train. If this is what you call love. No. Merely an attraction of some kind. I don't know. I'd been looking at the doors watching people enter and exit, but I hadn't seen him come in. When the lady beside me alighted, he'd come over out of nowhere to sit. Maybe I didn't notice him before because like many guys who took the train during morning peak hours, he was in office wear. I noticed the black rimmed geek glasses first. Later his cologne. It was sort of nice smelling. When he sat, I wanted to turn and have a good look at him. Isn't it strange how you're physically closest to the stranger sitting beside you but you normally don't know how they really look like? You only get as far as side glances go or the reflection from the opposite window. I watched his hands go into his bag and take out his iPhone. I watched his hands go up to plug the earphones in. Then he noticed me staring so I turned away. His music was loud. Not so much music but noise. What sounded like heavy metal, maybe punk. Near pandemonium. I could hear it over my Ingrid Michaelson's Keep Breathing. He was one of those smoke addicts I strangely admire. A false matyr. Underneath all the cologne I could smell the burnt resin and tar. Every few minutes he would be clearing his throat.

"Excuse me, would you like some lozenges I got from the doctor? It's for the throat." I'd asked him. He turned to me, slightly surprised.

No... of course that didn't happen. What happened was, I took one out and put it in my mouth instead. And then I dropped off at my stop without even looking at him. Maybe I'll see him again tomorrow.