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By the way she stood on the train, I could tell she was mannered, by the way she looked away when we continuously caught each other’s eyes, I could tell she had humility(a major trait in a girl I absolutely admire), and ….I lost concentration. I just lost the game. Her eyes were large, but not bulbous, and a deep shade of brown; perfect in other words. I was always a sucker for the eyes. I always believed that, no matter what, when I girl looks into her man’s eyes, unabashed yet with humility, that it was the definition of sexy. That’s probably why I always had the biggest crush on Tyra Banks when I was younger but I digress. As we were crossing the bridge on the J train, our eyes met several times, each time feeling like an eternity of endless pleasure. She was surrounded by passengers and I mouthed to her, after several of our meetings, “Come here.â€? She laughed, as did I. She shook her head. My first reaction, nearly instinct, was to go to her, regardless of whatever anyone, even I, would think.

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