Last night we locked eyes several times at TGI Fridays. You were with your ISU Sycamores college buddy (based on your ball cap; or maybe it was your younger brother?) sharing an app. You lost interest in whatever your college buddy was talking about and couldn’t stop making eye contact with me. I’m not complaining because I couldn’t stop staring at your bronzed, shimmering skin and eyes so sparkly they seemed bejewelled. Beautiful blue-green diamonds behind your intellectual glasses. The scruffy beard and pearly whites were a turn on and I could tell you wanted to jump over the bar and eat me up. Me, older guy with that Terre Haute musk, elbows deep in my steak, fries, and slurping down White Claws.
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