Most Minneapolis voters had politics on the mind on Tuesday. Others had romance.

When one voter at Anthony Middle School walked into his polling place on Tuesday, he suddenly found himself distracted by the scent of cupcakes:

You were wearing a jean skirt and smelled like cupcakes. You finished voting before me and vanished, but I'd really like to get to know you. Simply beautiful. 

Across town, an election judge at Martin Luther King, Jr. Park was in similarly romantic spirits. An evidently hunky, bearded man in scrubs came up to her table  with a problem:

I was the helpful judge who figured out the solution to your problem. After you voted, you thanked me (flirted, maybe?) and as you left I called to you to ask for your number but before I could catch you, I got hung up and you were out the door. Would still like your number! 

It's proof that, amid the divisive political rhetoric behind this election, some still hold fast to the biblical injunction to "love thy neighbor."

Update 10:45 a.m. 11/9/12: Looks like great minds think alike—Citypages seems to have thought of the same thing, and turned up more from around the metro area.