On Sunday, the New York Times City Room blog announced that the Morgan Avenue L train stop was the city's "most romantic subway station."

Craigslist employees spent a month reading through all 500 of its unbearably withdrawn Missed Connections ("I leaned against you for 18 stops; it didn't occur to me to speak to you"); in the end, they determined that the Bushwick / East Williamsburg platform was the number one spot, followed by some other L train stops (Lorimer and Bedford, of course), for romantics.

It all begs this obvious question, at least in our mind: Because of the constant heartbreaks and unrequited love, isn't it actually the city's most romantically unsatisfying subway station? Our vote for the truly most romantic MTA destination would be the F train stop at York Street, a monstrously ugly and underutilized locale that nonetheless has seen several of our connections, both "missed" and "love."

We've been picked up on the L, sure, but that was only after getting on at Union Square, and not in the cliché known as Williamsburg. Brooklyn subway hook-ups, number exchanges and total romantic disasters began most often on the F or the dreaded G, especially in the days before the iPod made striking up conversation virtually impossible. (Not that you'll believe us, but for every 10 or so hookups, we would initiate maybe one of them. Yes, dudes, women used to initiate conversation in this city back in the day of four or five years ago.)

In the Friendster heyday (circa 1523 B.C.), people still believed in real-life meetings and getting set up by friends. Soon, online dating and stalking people on Facebook would overtake all other methods of seduction, but back in early 2005, we actually had our very own Missed Connection.

Keep reading for this turbulent true tale from the turnstiles.

It all started on the F train, of course. The train stalled at York Street, after all that imaginary "train traffic ahead" cleared up. The doors were open, and across the platform was a nerdy-looking girl in her 20s. We played "Let's exchange sheepish smiles." As the doors closed, we were suddenly waving at her without quite realizing what we were doing. She giggled and waved back -- and we immediately wondered if this would result in a Missed Connection. Sure enough, upon searching for "York" on Craigslist the next morning, we found her post, entitled "I waved at you."

We wrote to her, obviously giddy that Missed Connections had actually worked. She replied, "I actually have never posted a missed connection before; I think this may be only the second time i have even looked a that part of Craigslist. But you responded to my smile with some sort of familiarity, and it just seemed appropriate, no?" Indeed.

Here's the downer -- and with our life, there's always a downer -- we never saw her again. After four emails, including an epic one explaining the ongoing debate about social security (don't ask), weI think we scared her off. Strangely, it seems that it is possible to scare a woman off even though you met her on the subway and she posted a personals ad for you.

So, why was the York Street station so romantic, then? Because a year later, after a party in Dumbo, we kissed our future girlfriend for the first time on that platform waiting to go back to her place in Manhattan. We thought, Here's where we almost met the wrong girl, way back when ...

Brian Fairbanks is Asylum's resident dating lab rat, porn historian, and boner expert.