We got caught in the same downpour by Bethesda Fountain and huddled under your tiny umbrella. I’m the one who offered you half a soggy Granola bar—care to share a dry one next time?
We both reached for the last block of brie at the 72nd St TJ’s and laughed about our sophisticated “taste.” Maybe next time we could split the cheese and a bottle of wine?
You played "Creep" on your guitar between 14th St and Jay St, and our eyes met as you sang the chorus. I left you a dollar, but wish I’d left my number instead. Let's make some music together?