Yes, it’s Sunday, which means it’s time for our absolute favorite GL Feature, CL Missed Connections. Correspondent E.C. Stephens tracked this down for us and we’ve been sitting on it for days. Read it and you’ll know why we love it:

you tried to run me and my suitcase over with your bike – m4w – 26 (Williamsburg)

It was snowing and freezing-cold around midday. You were on your bike, a little out of control, careening down Driggs. You were really cute, small, petite, brunette, dressed almost entirely black with a black fleece headband on; you also looked a little miserable (in an adorable way). It was really cold. Your bike also didn’t look like it was in great shape, squeaky brakes and what appeared to be an unplucked chicken in the makeshift back basket. Me: Blond hair, 5’11”, green jacket looking very confused trying to find the Metropolitan G-Train with a huge suitcase and a slice of pepperoni.

I stepped out into the street, and forgot to look in the direction you were biking. You almost ran me over, I yelled “holy moly” (really lame, I know) and fumbled my pizza, you skid to a stop 50 yards ahead. It was really cold. You turned around and glared, I said “sorry” and waved my pizza at you. I’m sorry I waved my pizza at you, I should have tried talking to you. Unfortunately, I was on my way to JFK and back to California. And I’m assuming you’re still in New York, careening down Driggs. I’ll be back soon and maybe we can meet up for pizza.

We sense nothing but potential soulmate love here, people.