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.
