I wandered into a gallery opening at a church basement in the UES 12/3 (my birthday!) Ceramic hands wall mountings, photos with thread stitched onto them, crudités, wine. You had thick dark wavy hair and smiled politely when I tried to insert myself into your conversation with your friend about cults. You were outrageously handsome and it was obvious I was staring at you. We left at the same time and I’m kicking myself for not talking more to you or getting your #. I was wearing a fur coat. What was the church’s name?