Alright! I admit I was checking her out. And who wouldn't? She had a very compelling face, almost perfect, and she carried herself with a rather stunning elegance. As she stood in the train that rush hour morning I noticed her doing something with her feet. That was what drew my attention to her. I figured that she was probably a ballet dancer. We made eye contact, exchanged smiles briefly, and continued with the things that were occupying our thoughts during the train ride - I, with Max Blumenthal's Goliath: Life and Loathing in Greater Israel, and she, with who-knows-what. Moments before the train door opened at the 59th Street stop, I noticed that she was talking to me. I eagerly unplugged the earbuds from my ears as I couldn't hear her (Massive Attack's Paradise Circus...listening to it a lot lately). Having my undivided attention and with that beautiful smile on her face, she said, "You look like Richie Havens." By this time my connecting train was across the platform. We said goodbye and went our separate ways. I boarded the connecting train quickly thinking to myself, "Who is Richie Havens?" I also thought that whoever he was, he must be darned good looking. I got off at the next stop energized, buoyed, a spring in my steps. And why not? I looked like Richie Havens. I couldn't wait to get to work to google my look-alike so that I could find out more about him.
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