On July 20th, 2025, around 7:48 PM, I was on Venice & Vermont visiting my best friend when I crossed paths with a tall, handsome guy named Joseph (Mexican, with a really cool tattoo on his forearm).

You walked up to me, called me gorgeous, and asked if I believed in fate. You wanted to get to know me… and I froze. I was nervous, caught off guard, and probably gave the wrong impression.

The truth is—I am interested. I haven’t stopped thinking about that moment since. It felt rare, a little magical, and I’d love the chance to see if fate wants to finish what it started.

So… Joseph, if you happen to see this (or if one of your friends does), let’s try again.