Fifteen minutes on the train followed by a ten minute subway ride and I’d be at my sister’s apartment in New York. No problem, right? WRONG! In my haste to catch the train, I forgot to buy a ticket, something I realized just as the conductor began making his way through the cabin. He stamped one ticket after the next until he reached me. I sheepishly told him that I must have missed a step before boarding the train. He asked for my ID and began filling out one of his chits.
A beautiful six-foot blonde that I just so happened to sit next to (lucky me) stopped the conductor and offered up her extra pass on my behalf. She even walked me to the subway line I needed to catch before heading off in the opposite direction. Between the chaos of the NY subway station and my less than stellar introduction… I somehow forgot to ask for her number.
–So, to Caitlin from Long Island, I am sorry. At the very least, I owe you a drink. I hope to cross paths if not this weekend, then when you are visiting grad schools in California.–
What a way to begin my NY adventure. Off to bed for now, later today we celebrate my sister’s 30th birthday… look for more stories to come 
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Great post! I hope your paths meets again…did you get the butterflies??