Jul 17, 2019
4 min read
A Brief History Of Falling In Love With Strangers
1. His name is Grayson and he works at the coffee shop down the street. He looks a bit like Bo Burnham, tall and slender. Dimples when he smiles. I notice him immediately. I spend the rest of my time “writing” sneaking glances his way. I am smitten. I don’t even know his last name.
2. I’m at a birthday lunch for my grandma. There is an open kitchen with chefs roasting peppers…
