Hey, everyone, Emily Abadi popping in with five minute Friday from Hurtle. This week, I am bringing you one of my all-time

favorite New York stories. It is absolutely bizarre. And we are now at the point in quarantine where I'm

digging in to the archives. If you can also not believe what I'm about to tell you, I would love

to hear about it over on social. Tag me, hit me up at Hurtle podcast and also at

Emily Abadi. And as always, as you know, I'm here for you over email. It's Emily athurtle.

Dot us. So I'll set the scene.

It's like, I want to say four or five years ago, and I'm leaving Midtown Manhattan,

the pod rooftop in Grand Central, waiting for the subway to arrive and go uptown.

I'm standing on the platform, and I see a man on the opposite platform who's about to go downtown.

We catch eyes. I think he's good looking. I keep going about my business. I look up again and I notice that he's still looking at me and I keep going about my business. Then I get on my uptown

train and I look back at him and we both laugh and my train leaves.

And I get off the subway and I call my friend and I say to her, the weirdest thing just happens.

You know, as New Yorkers, I feel like we are trained to not maintain eye contact with a single

soul. But in this instance, I made eye contact with this person not once,

not twice, but three times. I said, the weirdest thing happened to me at Grand Central.

This guy and this thing, and I explained it all to her. She said, you need to post that on

misconnections. And I was like, what are you talking about?

She's like, Craigslist misconnections. So for those of you that don't know, there is an entire

board on Kreislist dedicated to misconnections, people looking for other people that they might

not know that have literally missed their opportunity to connect. And so I did it. I went on misconnections. I posted and I said,

if you were the man on the South platform at Grand Central at this time and you could tell me what

I was wearing, what I looked like, what my hair looked like, then maybe we were meant to meet.

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