the missed connection

Noah, where are you?

Let me set the scene.

I was feeling good. I was feeling in my element. I hadn't heard from my situationship and I didn’t really care. I mean, I didn’t even know it was a situationship at that time. But still, I was feeling myself.

And I had this urge, this intuition, to go to Starbucks. And I never go to Starbucks anymore. Not that there’s anything wrong with going to Starbucks. Well, maybe there is, in a corporate way, but anyway, I went. I got my oat latte and I was waiting for my egg sandwich and croissant by the window.

I looked out onto the street, and then I saw him.

The most attractive guy I’ve ever seen in my neighbourhood. He had wavy brown hair, a five o’clock shadow, and clear-framed glasses, and I never like guys in glasses, but I liked him. Or I thought I did. Or—I mean—at least I was attracted to him.

He was also wearing socks with Birkenstocks, I regret to admit, which I didn’t hold against him because I figured he just rolled out of bed. Or at least I thought he was cute e…