Last time I had a near-"Meet Cute" moment was in 2009 when I lived in Weehawken, New Jersey, along the Hudson River overlooking the NYC skyline. One evening, I was leaning on a wall overlooking the beautiful skyline when a fluffy white dog sans leash came bounding toward me. I bent down to pet her and ask where she came from. According to The Movies, a charming person should have been chasing after the pet, and we would have Met Cute. Alas, in my case above, a minute or so later, a mentally-challenged guy missing teeth ran up. Yes, it was his dog who had gotten loose. But no, he in his drug/drink-addled state was not capable of any coherent conversation. Sigh.
Just this past week, I had another potential "Urban Meet Cute" event: I went to my local corner store to get my usual week's supply of cheap Marlboro Light cigarettes. Ahead of me in line was an attractive Indian woman buying a couple of health drinks. She got her drinks and left, then I got my cigs and left. When I walked out of the store, the woman was waiting outside. She asked if she could buy one cigarette from me for $1... Puzzled, I asked why in the world... She said that she herself never bought a whole pack of cigarettes but was trying to find a type of cigarette that she liked... She had tried Lucky Strike, etc. Now, at this point, I was thinking that she was either a social smoker who really never did buy a pack for herself, or that she had a husband at home who didn't permit smoking. So I dug out one of my just-bought packs of Marlboro Lights and unwrapped it and let her take a cigarette out for herself (no charge). She sniffed at it and then said: "Oh no, this is terrible, you should never smoke this." Annoyed at the un-asked-for lecture, I said: "Well YOU were the one who asked for one of my cigarettes!" And she got in her car and left in a huff. And I then felt bad about myself because I'd somehow attracted this weirdo to interact with me!
Sigh.
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