“Why am I still thinking about her?â€? is what I was thinking as I was playing a game on my PSP . She got on the train at Delancey and I knew that I should have talked to her and/or at least get her name. I’m no player but I just knew it. I felt it. She had brown eyes, maybe an inch or two shorter than me (I’m of average height); pretty, no, beautiful face, great smile and a great body. Her hair and skin were flawless as well. “Why am I still thinking about it? She was a girl on the train. She was checking me out, I was returning the favor, and I missed my opportunity. Oh well, move on,â€? I continued to think, as I began to lose. And that’s when it hit me. It wasn’t because of her physical appearance, per se, it was because she was exactly the type of girl I was looking for in a date, girlfriend or otherwise.