In the crowd of people's thoughts, I caught a glimpse of him. He was sitting four seats ahead, right across me. A beautiful young man at his mid-twenties drew my attention in an unknown way. The more I looked at him, the more I thought of me. I realized how long it has been since I asked myself what kind of men I liked most. Blond? Brunette? Tall? Short? I was surprised to find out that I stopped thinking such things and I was sure that was a tiny thing among millions that I ceased to ponder about my life.
At the end of my trip, I voted in dark blonds.
I voted in him.
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