We’re at a birthday party for one of the children from school. We know each other casually and have been making small talk the past hour and a half through the magician, pin the tail on the donkey, and musical chairs.  We hit it off beautifully and go as far as discussing a potential park date during the upcoming spring break.  The crowd sings “Happy Birthday,” and before I know it, you approach me with a slice of cake. “Here,” you say, as you hand me the plate. “No thank you,” I reply. “It’s good, you have to try it.” … Continue reading →