I love meeting people I have very little chance of seeing again. The kind of people you meet on your last day of college, or in a grocery store on the other side of town, or at a bike repair shop the day you sell your bike.  It’s not that I enjoy that I might never see them again; in fact, I most often wish the opposite were true. But there’s something about meeting someone when there is no risk involved. You can laugh a bit too loudly, listen more than you’d usually care to, make a joke your friends wouldn’t have laughed at.  I could have said no when…