New York City
I was leaving my apartment, turning the curve to the courtyard. As I proceeded to the laundromat, our eyes met. I smiled at you a bit coyly. You locked eyes with mine, licked your lips repeatedly, and looked away. As I approached the bushy path towards the path, you slowed down, eventually stopping. You looked at me, smiled, and looked away. I smiled back at you but kept proceeding; sorry, I was afraid someone would steal my detergent. As I neared the end of this path, I turned back, but you were already gone. You had some grey in your hair and were holding a small grey/ silver musical instrument, or maybe it was a toolbox? This weekend, 10:45a? Could you be my missed connection?
Posted: Saturday. March 11, 2023.
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