Monday night. 5pm. You were standing in front of me in the Trader Joe’s checkout line. Upper West Side. Our eyes locked. I got behind you. Realizing then we were a pair. You picked all the best fruit. It was quite the show. We walked out together. The energy was so intense. I can’t stop thinking about it. Next time you can pick my fruit and I’ll carry your groceries.
Posted: Tuesday. November 25, 2025.
