Following random people

This morning on my way to work I began to follow random people who looked interesting. The first was a guy on the subway who I was immediately attracted to, and happened to be getting off (heh) at my stop. He was blonde but had a shaved head and a full beard, his right arm was covered in old school black tattoos, he had a bit of paunch and was wearing an obnoxious plaid short-sleeved dress shirt - hot! I caught an empty spot behind him on the stairs and followed him up until it was time for me to make a different turn, at which point I found someone else to follow. This time it was a chick with a mohawk and what looked like a guitar case but I think was actually a bag of lacrosse crap. She turned out not to be very interesting besides having the balls to wear her hair in a mohawk, so I continued on my way to work. The whole time though, I'm wishing I had the brass ones to ask out a complete stranger. It's rare that I experience overwhelming physical attraction without being familiarly acquainted with the guy's personality. Or maybe he was just the only outlier in a sea of Times Square East suits.