paul rudd

yesterday on the f train, somewhere between bergen and w 4th street, i fell in love. he looked like paul rudd...with his eyes closed (sleeping? or just wholly absorbed in the contemplation of his latest itunes download?). while i gazed lovingly at his perfect sideburns and admired his beautiful profile (and tried to read the letters on his baseball cap...something that started with a c), i willed him to open his eyes. but before we could share a moment, the train pulled into west 4th and i stepped off with a sigh.