It would have been more romantic if it weren't a glowing review for eyeliner.

Even though it may make me seem just the teensiest bit braggy. Ignore that and just know that there is some seriously great eyeliner out there.

I was sitting at a train station in Toronto waiting for my friend to meet me on the platform. I looked up from my book (which was the amazing Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen, which has nothing to do with anything except that you should read it because it's very good.) I saw a man on the train looking at me. He didn't wave. I didn't wave. I just went back to my book and the train took off.

Five minutes, and a few pages later, the same man comes running down the stairs at the platform. He approaches me all breathless and says, "I just had to come back to this stop and meet you! You are so pretty."

Whatever he was on or whatever his game was, I don't care. The fact remains that he did this and it made me feel awesomely awesome and I'm still taking it to the bank, one week later. He was Brazilian and therefore had a sexy accent. He asked me, "Where are these eyes from?" Mesmerized, I answered, "Vancouver... Well, the rest of me is also from there, but that's where I meant that my eyes were from because you asked about just them and I was thinking that you meant the whole package because I'm attached to them and they don't come out although when I take my contacts out I say that I'm taking my eyeballs out even though I'm not really but I say that to my daughters because they're young and I have daughters with my husband and I'm married."

He made a very convincing attempt at being fascinated by my inability to sound like a normal person. He asked me for my phone number. I told him I couldn't give it to him. So he gave me his card and I said thank you but explained that I wouldn't call him because I'm married. So he said, "That doesn't mean you are dead," and this opened me up to a whole other pointless diatribe which would fully convince him that he wanted nothing more to do with the strange lady from Vancouver.

However, he made my freaking day!

I credit the new Bobbi Brown eyeliner I was wearing. It was totally because of that. Because the day before I wasn't wearing any and that did not happen. So I recommend Bobbi Brown and hanging out in the St. Clair subway station with a book. It's very good for the ego.