- I moved to Bethesda, MD in January of my junior year of high school. I walked through downtown each morning on my way to school, using saying hello to the people I passed. On Valentine's Day that winter, a young man was waiting on a corner with a flower. We'd said hello a couple of times, and it turned out he was waiting for ME! Of course, we quickly sorted out that he was in college and I was 16, but it was a charming introduction to my new home.
- The sweet middle school saxophone player who said I looked like a gypsy. (To my 8th grade self, that was a compliment.)
- The handsome toll booth worker who laughed and teased me about getting lost, and showed me where to make a U-turn.
Can I hear your little love stories?