At a Chicago porch potluck after a flirty porch chat, is slipping your number into someone's casserole romantic or a boundary stomp?
I hosted a neighborhood potluck in Logan Square, we flirted on the stoop, and I tucked my number on a napkin into the dish I brought. Cute neighborhood-romance move or grossly presumptive? Be honest - Chicagoans, would you text back?
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