I love to snack on the way to dinner.....sounds like he was quite the appetizer.
I guess, but I was pissed... actually, I feel agressed (part shyness, inexperience, fear n a way...) and did not get to look at him because I hate locking eyes or whatever they call it... I am more used to stare and judge, without waiting for anything (most guys are just too obviously "square", perfectly, symmetrically attractive and straight, almost always "wifed" right in front of you) ... I was astonished, in the last couple of years, that some young men actually seem interested... but it also happened to me at their age, you just view a holiday or academical year abroad as part of a "hunting" adventure too).
His wild sandy curls, "surfish" looked weird (I do not even got to notice whether he actually had hair), and did not notice his body shape either (maybe he was unshapely dressed in black, T-shirt and bermuda-style lows) but I think I will always retain the memory of his blue eyes reflecting the bright electric light, seen from a square opening in the thick wall dividing both platforms.
The guy I met was something of a disappointment, but he was rather short, lean, rather toy-sized and "handable", around forty, and with the most accomodating loosened asshole I can recall... maybe ever tasted: got to enjoy a comfortable "swing"... he was very athletic but very lean and light... and very Spanish.
The other one might have been prettier, more to my taste... but not sure about the sexual compatibility, for all our respective gayness... I realized I get rather overwhelmed by a mere couple of pounds of lean muscle too much.