“We were on the downtown 6 train. I was the guy staring at you from across the car, you were a gyro being shared by a teenage couple. I felt excluded.”
“I saw you at a screening of Julie & Julia. You were a chocolate cake. If you’re available, I’d like to bake you sometime.”
“You were sitting in the window of that French restaurant on Broadway, cute as a button in a tiny ceramic pot. They just don’t make french onion soup like you anymore. Are you on the menu, or just a daily special? Will I ever get to hold your handle?”
“We shared a moment in the kitchen at Randy’s Super Bowl party. When I came back from the bathroom you were gone. I still can’t figure out what that third ingredient was.”
“It was late at night and I had gotten caught out in the rain. I found you in a hole in the wall in downtown Brooklyn. We never saw each other again, but I want you to know you were the best slice I’ve ever had.”
“We met in the office break room, but I had brought a muffin with me from home. Maybe next time? I am a regular there, and the muffin and I are a casual thing.”