To the absolutely stunning redhead with a 60s/70s vibe on the northbound Northern line to High Barnet on Sunday morning. You took my breath away. Hopefully I can bump into you soon and we can grab a cup of tea together.

To the tall, muscular Hungarian wearing a hat who I met on the train in Milan on Sunday. I’d guess you were aged 22-27. You were heading to Terminal 1 to get back to Hackney via (I think) Stansted on a Ryanair flight and I was off to Terminal 2 to get to Split in Croatia with my friend. We were gently flirting with each other. I know you work in finance and were carrying one black bag and one blue bag. We exchanged a knowing grin as you got off the stop before mine and you gave a slightly fruity vibe, so I’m kicking myself that I didn’t give you my deets.

To the beautiful blonde on the No.185 on Wednesday in Denmark Hill. Let’s carry on our chat about cats!

To the stunning brunette in the purple top and blue bottoms doing yoga at about 7pm in South Park Gardens on Wednesday. Just wow! I wish I’d been bold enough to ask for your number.

To the lady with the pretty brown eyes and blonde hair. You were wearing fitness clothing and lilac leggings when I saw you on the Tyne & Wear Metro at 7am on July 3. You were facing me and kept playing with your hair. We kept looking at each other. I was taken back by how pretty you were and have been kicking myself for not starting a conversation.

To the young girl in her 20s with blonde hair and bleached eyebrows on the No.142 coming from Withington, Manchester, at about 7.36am on a Monday a week or so ago. We caught each other’s eye when you got on the bus and I smiled and you smiled or laughed. I think of your smile when I get ready for work in the morning. I work in a grocer’s so have had no romance for years. Maybe I can bring you apples?

Hey, handsome, with the dark beard. I couldn’t help but notice our coincidental encounters, twice in one day on the District line from Mile End station on Thursday, July 4. Your smile and ‘hello’ made my day, even if I missed the chance to ask you if you wanted a coffee. By the way, I was the one in the dark-blue suit with brown hair and green eyes. Maybe fate will bring us together again on the rails soon. Looking forward to our next ‘hello’.

To the funky queer in the black tank top, I think your name was Ray. I sat beside you between Angel and Euston on Sunday, June 30. I was coming back from the goth market and gave you a badge that said ‘Doing weird s*** in the name of homosexuality’. You loved it and put it on your bag! I wish I got your Insta.