Two interesting stranger encounters.
While minding my own business.
That completely goes sans saying.

1. Writing an article about NYC shopping for the shinyhappy Middling City mag and let me tell you, it's going to be brilliant. It practically is now.
So, meandering along my concept I wander into ABC House and Whatever the hell it's called. I jotted it down, lest you think I'm a journalistic slacker. So I find, amid the bazaarness of it all, a new, brand new, boutique. Michal whatzername, Israeli designer of excellent jewelry and housewares and a few clothing items. Her man behind the counter was just oso charming, an Israeli Queen. So I buy this Michal's cd, impressed that she is such a super polymath, and IQ boxes and bags it for me. Then he informs me that I have great energy. I tell him he has a great nose, that I'm a purveyor of noses. And that is true. And that was also true, too.

2. So just before meeting the Israeli Queen I am walking through Union Square when I spy an absolute fine specimen of a man. A man with mystique, perfect for my upcoming video project. I think wow and he wanders away. I turn to see where he went as he's instantly haunted my head and *ppooff* he really is gone like a ghost on the day after All Soul's Day, the day after Halloween. So then I'm eating a sandwich. Jump cut to the sandwich eating moment. Suddenly there goes Mr. Mystique past the window. Taking this as a Zen moment of good fortune I abandon the last of my late lunch and follow him down the side street. I watch him watching things and then hopped on opportunity: Wannabeinavideo?Everactedbefore?NoI'mnotstalkingyou?
His name? John Kennedy. And that's not a lie. He's a Brit. He'll pair well with the girl I've earmarked as my girl protag.

Serendipitous Love.