So this happened last year. I was working as a bartender in this kinda fancy bar in LA where a lot of people come to show off. You get influencers, actors, TikTok people… that kind of crowd. One Friday night, this guy comes in with a girl. He looked like some Hollywood dude. Tall, kinda flashy, wearing expensive shit, beard perfectly trimmed, just screaming “I think I’m important.” The girl he was with was one of those types that look like they live on Instagram. She didn’t say much. He, on the other hand, was being loud and acting like he owned the place. Demanding a table that was already reserved, talking down to waitresses, trying to be funny but really just being a jerk. Then he said something to my coworker (who’s really sweet btw) like: Are your hands good for anything other than pouring drinks? She just looked shocked. I saw red. I told him, Yo man, maybe treat people like people, not like background extras in your life. He gave me that look like, you don’t know who you’re tal...
We met halfway across the world, then again at home. Plot twist: same state, same city, different continents

She was funny, chill, and cute in a very “cool traveler who actually packed sunscreen” way. We talked for a few minutes and then went our separate ways. Didn’t exchange contacts, didn’t even catch names. Just one of those “passing ships” moments.
But here’s where it gets weird.
Months later, I’m back in Boston, walking through the Public Garden, minding my own business, when I swear I see the same girl sitting on a bench reading. I do the world’s most awkward double take, and she looks up and does that “wait… do I know you?” squint.
We ended up talking again. Turns out she was the girl from Vietnam. And the kicker? We were both living in Massachusetts the whole time. Separate vacations. Random meet-cute on the other side of the world. Then we bump into each other at a park we both rarely go to.
It felt scripted. Like the universe went, “Okay, round two, don’t mess this up.”
This time we exchanged numbers. We got coffee. Then dinner. Then more of everything.
Fast forward 9 years: we’re still together, now experts at spotting each other before crossing continents.
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