"Gosh, if only it were a tandem"

These were the words uttered to me as I prepared to hop on my bicycle just now. It was only as I cycled away I realised that this might have been a chat-up line.

Which bothers me. She may have been drunk, but she was also beautiful and charming. She didn't bark out some drunken slur, but rather just turned when I accidentally rang my bell and said "Bbbbrrring!"

"Sorry, I hit it by... Sorry" I said, as I hopped on

"Gosh, if only it were a tandem", winking, smiling. I'm sure. I cycled off

I didn't say "You can sit on the pannier". I didn't cycle her back to hers. We didn't swap numbers. She didn't invite me in for a drink. We didn't suddenly find that we had an incontrollable attraction to each other. We didn't start making mad, passionate love.

I just cycled off, fast at first, then slowing as the realisation washed over me. It might have been nothing. Most likely. But I'm single. And it saddens me not to give things a chance. Not to at least talk to someone, who seems (on very first impressions) to... impress.