When I got onto the train, I already noticed this tall, blonde guy sitting. It was packed, so I stood near the door, but as people got off, I wanted to find a seat, so I went ahead and sat next to him. Coincidentally, the person next to him also left the train.

I was staring at my phone the whole time, not paying much attention. The train reached 86th Street, and that’s when I noticed something next to me. I turned and saw him showing a dic pic on his phone, which shocked me. At first, I ignored it, thinking he was sending it to someone else. Then, I felt him subtly using his leg to touch mine. When I looked at him, he winked at me and raised his eyebrows, basically asking if I was interested. I felt my heart race, and instinctively, I responded by lightly brushing my leg against his. He put his phone away and closed his eyes, clearly affected by the moment. Keep in mind, the train was full of people.

He showed me a video of him being fucked and winked, signaling a hookup request. I had to get off at 135th Street, but before leaving, I subtly signaled for him to follow me. However, when I got off, he stayed behind. I was puzzled—maybe he didn’t want to travel further. Part of me wanted to get back on the train, but I hesitated, overwhelmed by the situation. To this day, it remains one of the most intense and unforgettable moments of my life, and I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had taken a chance and gone home with him.