Street Affair.

The man running the coffee cart on Hudson and Morton was watching me as I approached, then looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me.

For such a declaration, was it callous of me to just laugh and keep on walking?

When strangers profess love I don’t know the proper etiquette. It’s polite, I would imagine, to at least say "thanks." After all, it’s not a thing one gets to hear every day.

Maybe next time I’ll respond (I don’t need an explanation). Though I could never love a Cart Guy - what’s to stop him from just picking up and leaving at a moments notice (boredom, better traffic, prettier customers)?

(SIGH). Men. Always different street corners, different girls. Always love-me-then-leave-me.

And here I thought it was meant to be.