My chosen other -_-

There's this guy I've seen a couple of times in the city. Both times we passed each other, we silently acknowledged each other; like, we just gave each other this knowing look, as if something was meant to happen. My guess is that we're either gonna fall in love, or we're the chosen ones, only we don't quite know it yet, but at the same time, we sorta do. I dunno, something will come out of this, I'm sure. Either way, I'm calling this guy my "chosen other". We have absolutely no reason to look at each other - we don't even know what each other's names are - but we do. It's not a particularly affectionate look, but I'm sure it means something. He's not bad-looking, mayhaps that's why I looked at him. He could have the same motive... nah, no-one looks at me because they find me attractive. We're the chosen ones, that's it.