RUSH-HOUR CRUSH

It’s going to take more than Covid to see off love (and lust) – as shown by these messages from commuter cupids. Are they talking about you?

To the woman in the flowery dress with a Harrods bag who cut in front of me at London Bridge station on Monday at 6pm. I told you, ‘There’s a line’ and you snipped back, ‘Don’t care’. I have never seen someone with greener eyes or a nicer smile. Even if you were a bit entitled and cut in front of everyone on the platform, I was stopped dead in my tracks. I wish I had just gotten on the train after you or done something! You’re on my mind always. I hope one day to run into you again but just knowing you’re out there is enough. Sod you, though.

The Guy In The ‘Silly Hat’ Going Nowhere In Life, According To You

To the beautiful, classy lady with a soft, I think Edinburgh, accent. You asked me how to get to Spinningfields in the city centre. I was clearly stunned that you spoke to me. You were wearing casual jodhpurs. It was at the downstairs seat at the back of the No.135 bus at about 5.30pm on Tuesday, going from the Whitefield area to Manchester city centre. It was an electric vibe as soon as you got on but I didn’t know if you were glancing across at me. I don’t know why you were going to Spinningfields but I should have offered to see you there safely. Get in touch, please.

All In Black, Reebok Trainers

You had purple hair and a dinosaur backpack. It was on the Central line at 3.06pm. I noticed your hair and backpack from the opposite end of the carriage. You looked at me and I looked back and smiled. I wish I’d come over to say hi and talk to you in ‘dinosaur’. Drinks next week?

Black-Haired Italian Stallion

You had blue eyes, blue shoes and a blue handbag too, on the train from Old Street to Camden Town last Tuesday. I wish I’d asked you for your number after you won our little staring contest! Get in touch.

Shy Guy With Green Eyes

To the smart silver fox dressed in black I see at Peterborough station every morning. I see you pick up a copy of the

Metro before you disappear again from my sight at Peterborough station. Next time come see me – you can treat me to a coffee, then we can a hop on a train and see how far it takes us. Lady In Red

You were wearing a purple tracksuit top and faded blue jeans, carrying what looked like a artist’s satchel on the No.197 bus to Peckham on Tuesday lunchtime. I’m sure our gaze was held over our masks long enough for it to be deliberate. Wanna talk acrylics over watercolours on Camberwell Green?

Fellow Art Lover In Beanie Hat

Email crush@metro.co.uk or text CRUSH, your Rush-Hour Crush, name and where you live to 65700. Standard network charge applies