Occasionally, usually when I'm on the telephone listening to someone's life story, I read the Missed Connections section on Craigslist. I find it so silly.
This one, however, needs to be taken seriously. The knitter sought wasn't me. I'll add that it would be a moot point if it were me, because I'm off the market. I point this out because I often hear women lamenting that knitting's never going to net them a date (it's netted me a few, but that's a story for another time). Yeah, sure, if you sit at home on your couch night after night you'll never meet a soul. Take that scarf to the meat (mutton?) market that is the A train, and well, all bets are off. I think whoever this was has a real chance with this guy. He thinks you're sexy. If he digs your (handknitted?) hat, then you have something in common right there, because you dig that hat too. You know what I say? Love me, love my knitting.