Monday, April 3rd, 2pm, Midtown West.
I cut you in the sandwich line. I apologized moments later, but also clammed up because of how cute I thought you were, and left without asking if you were single. I?ll regret it for the rest of the day/month/year.
Not holding my breath, but would love to hear from you. I?ll be returning to the deli in the meantime.
