The Six Twenty-seven
Her name is Nancy. I only know this because of the building badge she wears. She’s gets on the train the stop after mine. On the surface, perhaps she’s a bit plain looking; shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, button nose, sleight waist, and skinny legs. But there is something about her, the way she looks, the way she dresses, the way she carries herself and smiles. I don’t stare, don’t obsess, don’t lust, but cannot deny my attraction to her. A rare attraction that is free of physical desire, but one that draws me in to get want to know the real her. I have hard to time explaining why I am so enamored. No sexual fantasies here, only a desire to know her on a deeper level. Alas, we are both married, and there is nothing I will do other than look forward to seeing her glow for 18 minutes on my commute each morning.