I don’t ever do things like this, but here it goes: dear cute guy with long hair, we made eye contact in a north end coffee shop when I walked in this morning, and again when you were buying a date square. I was going to approach you and ask you to have coffee with me, but you left in a red truck before I could ask. Something about our eye contact today makes me want to meet you, so I hope that our paths cross again someday. —Fan Of Nice Eye Contact With Strangers
This article appears in May 24-30, 2018.