Twisting my map, I circled the Bethesda Fountain, hopelessly clueless. You helped me find the Literary Walk, then jogged off saying, “Good luck.” I found the statues, but not your name.
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We both reached for the last everything bagel at Barney Greengrass and laughed about our superior taste. You let me have it with a wink, then vanished before I could offer you half. Let’s split another one?
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You wore a bright blue scarf and stood transfixed by Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” I wanted to ask if you came for the art or the air conditioning—next time, let’s stare at paintings together.
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We darted under my tiny umbrella as a downpour started, trying not to step in puddles. You laughed and said, “NYC weather keeps us close.” You disappeared into the crowd—want to grab a coffee and finish our soggy conversation?
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You sat across from me reading Murakami, headphones in, lost in your world. Our eyes met just before Carroll Street, and for a second, the subway noise faded. I left at Jay Street—should’ve asked you what you were listening to.
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You sat across from me reading Murakami, headphones in, lost in your world. Our eyes met just before Carroll Street, and for a second, the subway noise faded. I left at Jay Street—should’ve asked you what you were listening to.
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We shared a pole on the uptown 6 around 8:30am, you asked if I wanted to squeeze past, and our umbrellas got tangled. You smiled and apologized. Wish I'd asked your name before 59th.
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We both reached for the last copy of "The Bell Jar" and you let me have it, suggesting I write my own story next. Still wishing I’d asked to start that chapter together.
You made my latte at the East Village coffee shop and knew my order by heart. I finally worked up the courage to say hi, but your shift ended before I could.
Our dogs tangled their leashes near the Boathouse and you joked about a canine meet-cute. I chickened out before asking for your number. Tea and treats?
You were the tap dancer in the red suspenders; I was the laughing stranger you pulled into your impromptu performance. My two left feet never felt so right.
You helped me find my missing glasses in the produce aisle on Houston. I wanted to thank you with more than a frantic thank you, but you vanished near the avocados.
