To Paulo. I was on the Circle line, between Baker Street and King’s Cross at the beginning of October. I was about to get off at Baker Street when the doors closed and I found myself sitting back down. You looked at me with a soft, sad smile and in that small moment something felt different. I asked you to help me fix my earring and we shared a brief but lovely exchange. As I got up to leave, we looked back at each other and shared the biggest smile, one I haven’t been able to forget. If you’d like to continue that moment over a drink sometime, I’d love that.

To the lady who joined the 12.03pm Cheltenham to Paddington train at Gloucester or possibly the next stop on October 8 and moved to the table seat opposite me as you didn’t like the person next to you in the reserved seat. You had long hair, glasses, were 38 and would love to retire, works for a council and were on a working trip to London. I was so wrapped up in our chat I missed my stop and wound up getting off at Reading.

To the woman wearing a black-and-white patterned top and with multiple rings. We got on the westbound Central line in the evening rush hour and you sat opposite me. You got off at Holborn before I could say hi and ask you for coffee – you looked to be an interesting person.

To the sexy blonde girl standing on the No.29 bus when I was. You looked good. And funnily enough, I’ve got the exact same pair of shoes you were wearing. Maybe it’s fate. You had an overnight bag with you – seemed like you were staying somewhere. It’s a shame it wasn’t with me. I could feel you giving me the eyes. I’m a fan of the confidence but was too shy to say anything. You were wearing blue jeans, a black zip-up and a cap. Nice hands, too. You got off at the same stop as me so maybe I’ll see you around sometime? It seemed like you were a big fan of the area.

That cap could not hide eyes so blue, when I accidentally came to sit opposite you, at the back of the bus on a rainy Sunday, October 19, at about 6pm. It was the No.436 from Vauxhall to Battersea Power Station and you were wearing corded earphones that matched my old soul. You looked effortlessly confident and got me so shy with that ‘copying-hydration’ behaviour and cute smile that I hit my head on the roof in my haste getting off the bus a few stops too early (despite being over an hour late already and in heels). I can confirm that it has been ages since anyone made me act this clumsily within the timespan of a few minutes. Find me, so we can continue to hydrate in sync.

You had a dark beard and a nice smile and winked at me after I got off the Wimbledon-bound train at Earls Court. I had helped you get on with your Dyson box. Meet up?

We both got on the Victoria line to Highbury & Islington at Walthamstow at 6.45pm on Thursday last week. You asked how I had hurt my knee. We chatted about your liquid lunch but you got off before I had the courage to ask for your number. Would like to chat some more and get to know you. Fancy another lunch in Chingford?

You were very tall in a brown coat and black DMs drinking a gin in a tin. We were on the Piccadilly line Friday evening around Arnos Grove. We made eye contact several times, mainly rolling our eyes around the delays. Gin in a glass?