Not Quite Missed Connection

So I'm sitting on the subway, minding my own business, heading toward work when a girl gets on the train wearing the exact same Beck shirt that I got when I saw him live last year, except in green. In case you don't remember my post-show post, the shirts were do-it-yourself; you bought a blank shirt and a bunch of iron-ons and designed your own shirt right there. Most people went the everything-but-the-kitchen-sink route, but I chose a more minimalist approach: A psychedelic raindrop encapsulating Beck's name and a cityscape.

Sitting on that train, seeing that girl with the same shirt, I realize that she must be my One True Love. Only right when I'm almost done gathering the courage to talk to her, she sits down with her back to me, revealing a (crooked!) picture of Beck on the back of her shirt.

I got off the train at the next stop without saying a word.