Total long shot, but I'd be remiss if I didn't at least try because I can't stop thinking about you. We had a textbook "meet cute" over helping a drunk dude who ate shit (twice!) on a CitiBike during the snowstorm. We only had about 10 minutes alone together, but you were laughing at my dumb jokes and the flow of our conversation was like we had known each other for years. It felt like magic. I shot my shot in a wishy-washy, non-committal way and you gave me a soft no and I didn't press it, so maybe this is all in my head. I didn't get your number or social media because I was only in town for the weekend, but now I deeply regret that. I know your name, where you're from, and the industry you work in, but it seems psychotic to try to find you online with just that info, so this is all I got.
When you were walking down the subway stairs and probably out of my life forever I asked if you'd remember the night. You said you'd remember it for the rest of your life.
Reply with one or all of the three details I know about you and let's see if it was real or just NYC ephemerality.
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