Here is an awesome story from the above musician Rick Terfry aka Buck 65
I think it was the summer of 2006. I was in New York. After a sweaty afternoon of running around Manhattan, I decided to head back to Brooklyn. I was crashing at a friend’s house there. Before catching the L train, I stopped at a newsstand and picked up a copy of Mojo magazine. I mention this because it will become important later in this story.
I was halfway down the steps to the platform at Union Station when I heard the horn sound that indicates the doors of the train are about to close. I ran.
I managed to slip through the doors just before they closed. I always feel a bit like Indiana Jones when that happens. It was rush hour, so the train was packed. Heart pounding and slightly winded, I found myself nose-to-nose with a startlingly pretty girl. I suddenly felt very shy and looked at the floor. Gosh, she was so pretty. I almost couldn’t believe it. To be sure I wasn’t dreaming, I glanced up. Our eyes met. I felt embarrassed for having been caught looking at her. I few moments later, the exact same thing happened a second time.
Suffering the twin agonies of being love struck and a malignant shyness, I was relieved when the train reached my stop at Bedford Avenue. I surrendered to the riptide of humanity exiting the car. As I navigated the platform toward the exits, I wondered: could the pretty girl have gotten off at this stop too? I turned around. She was right behind me. Once again, our eyes me. Once again, a deep embarrassment cancered inside me.
After clearing the turnstiles, I had a choice: exit on the left, or exit on the right? I chose left. Having made my choice, I wondered: did the pretty girl choose the same exit? I turned around to check. Once again, she was right behind me and once again, or eyes met. Now I felt like a creep.
Sticky Brooklyn sunshine awaited me at the top of the stairs. It was cleansing. It made me feel like a normal human again. I began walking south on Bedford Ave. As I walked, I wondered: did the pretty girl walk south on Bedford too, or did she go north. I turned to look. There she was again. She was even prettier with the sun in her hair. I wanted to die. I started walking faster.
When I got to my friend’s house, I plopped down on the couch and heaved a sigh. I was relieved the embarrassment was over and heartbroken that I might never see her again. She was so pretty. She seemed so cool. Her outfit was amazing. I wondered where she bought her clothes. I wondered what she did with her time. I wondered if she was single. I cursed myself for not saying hello.
To clear my mind, I opened my Mojo magazine on my lap and began to leaf through it. About six or seven pages in, I saw something that made my heart stop: a picture of the pretty girl! She was a musician! I read the article on her and fell in love all over again.
Needing to know more and this being 2006, I followed the normal course of action and looked her up on Myspace. I found her page right away. My chest tightened when I noticed the little orange icon indicating “online now” was pulsating. There she was! With a buffer zone of cyberspace between us! No more messing around. I went for it. I messaged her.
“My name is Rich. I just saw you on the L train…”
A few seconds later, she messaged me back.
“… I was waiting for you to say hello!”
I felt so dumb and totally victorious at the same time. The combination felt like a crab apple in my throat. I almost wanted to cry.
I won’t say who the girl was/is because I don’t want to embarrass her. But we made a plan to meet. The next time our eyes met neither of us looked away and when we pressed our hearts together, I finally stopped dying.