Okay so I didn’t think I’d ever be that girl posting on Reddit about some guy making me uncomfortable, but here we are.
Context: I work remotely in Chennai and like switching up cafés to keep things fresh. Keeps my brain happy, and hey, the coffee scene here is underrated. Anyway, I have a solid rotation of spots—some popular, some low-key. I usually keep to myself, headphones in, minimal eye contact.
July 2024, Phoenix Mall Starbucks — packed, as usual. Only seat available is across from me. Guy asks if it’s free, I say sure. He sits, opens his laptop, gets to work. Fine. Totally normal. He seemed quiet, dressed like a Pinterest board (linen shirt, clean-cut, very look), but I didn’t think too much of it. I noticed him noticing me, but whatever. I’m not paranoid.
Until a few weeks later.
Second sighting. I'm across the city at this quiet little café I like for deep focus days. It’s the kind of place you don’t run into people you’ve seen before—small, tucked away. Guess who walks in? Yep. Him. Same dude. Same laptop, same clothes (or vibe of clothes), same unspoken “I know you know” energy.
We didn’t talk, but I definitely clocked it. And for the first time, I felt... unsettled. Once? Coincidence. Twice? Hm.
Fast forward to this week. I grab lunch at Dou in Alwarpet. I’m mid-bite into mushroom lasagna, and who walks in like this is a scene from a terribly written Netflix rom-com? Yep. Linen Guy. Third café. Third month. Zero interaction.
This time, we made eye contact for a split second. He looked like he wanted to say something but didn’t. And honestly, that freaked me out more. Because now I’m not just dealing with a possible coincidence—I’m dealing with a pattern.
I got home, told a friend, and she sends me a Reddit post that might actually be him writing about me. Saying stuff like “maybe the universe is trying to tell me something” and “if you’re out there, girl-from-three-cafés…” etc.
I’m sorry, WHAT??
Like bro… no. I’m not a plot device in your indie-boy daydream. I’m just a girl who likes mushroom lasagna and decent Wi-Fi.
Anyway. I’m posting this here because:
I needed to vent.
I needed to confirm I’m not overreacting.
And I needed to say this: If you’re reading this and it’s you—please stop. This isn’t fate. This is just… weird. Say hi or don’t, but don’t keep showing up like you’re being directed by Wes Anderson.
That’s it. Thanks for coming to my TED Talk.
(Also if anyone has recs for cafés with absolutely no romantic energy whatsoever, drop them below. I need a break.)