I saw him glance at me: picture perfect me. Welcomed with a unforgettable view of the back of my freshly Quaver coated throat and double chin as I yawned, the glance soon became a gaze. He held that gaze for the rest of his journey until time trumped his courage and the tube pulled up to Baron’s Court where he exited. I indulged in the awkward strangers-making-eye-contact situation as our eyes locked for approximately 14.2 seconds before his departure - now if you've ever played Hide and Seek, which everyone has, you'll know anything over 10 seconds is a painful length of time. Yet here I was, willing to go the extra 4.2 seconds it took for the tube doors to open. I wanted to know the stranger’s thoughts. Had I drawn my eyebrows on oddly? This was my biggest worry. Who cares now, Hammersmith was the next stop and it was my stop. As I began to stand and prepare myself to mind the gap, as passengers are too often reminded, a man hit me on the head. Was it him? Had the stranger returned? My eyebrows ARE odd and now my hair is ruined too! Nope. Just another face in the crowd trying to get off the tube. But, ouch.
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