Since I do not know your name, I'll call you Mr. Manhattan. We crossed paths almost seven years ago at a restaurant near 40th and Lexington called Mapo Tofu. It was Friday, May 13, 2017 around 1:30pm. Our tables were adjacent from each other with a clear line of sight. You were persistent in making your interest known, even waiting 10 minutes after you paid for your lunch, but I did not invite you to my table. So, you left. I've thought about you often and am now extending an invitation to connect.
