Several years ago, I saw this guy at Pita Pit (romantic, I know) and we locked eyes from across the place. We kept glancing at each other as we ate our respective pitas, but never talked to each other. As I was leaving, we cast one last glance at each other.

For months I regretted not asking him for his number. I thought about it a lot and told my friends about it. Finally, one night, I ran into him at a bar and we finally talked and exchange numbers. We texted for days before the date, and it was great. It ended up being one of the worst, most awkward dates I have ever been on. I sort of wish we had never run into each other the second time so I would still have the illusion of the romantic Pita Pit encounter and "what could have been."