For those that don't know my heart is like Fort Knox. There are a few people with security clearance, and if you're caught on the premises without the proper documentation you'll be shot on sight. That said, I was approached by a man named Shogun at a Starbucks in the the Bronx. Yes, that's his real name. A well meaning fellow who seemed genuinely nervous to talk to me. After a few weeks of running into one another, he got up the courage to talk to me.

Before shooting him down, I let Shogun plead his case. He began the conversation with a hypothetical question that involved a guy asking a girl in a coffee shop for her number. I was amused by the approach so humored him. I told him that this hypothetical guy is best off by giving his number to the girl to avoid being creepy. He gave me card. Creepiness and awkwardness avoided.

A few weeks later (during which I never called) he approached again. He said that since the hypothetical girl never called, he wondered if it would be okay for him to ask for her number. I obliged.

I don't think this was a meet cute, but the players never know.