De Young Museum Sunday Beauty

San Francisco CA

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This is a long shot, here goes nothing. On Sunday you were alone at deYoung Museum, we nearly bumped into each other at the exhibit turning a corner, I was going the wrong way, you had a kind upper face, and something tells me the lower half is likely kind too. You: the most radiant woman I have ever laid eyes on, even the art didn’t come close to your beauty. Long flowing brown hair, that sparkles in the sun, the most beautiful head of hair. Mesmerizing eyes, I knew I just had to see you without the mask. You were wearing a tan or light pink silky mask. I finally saw you alone in the park, drinking fizzie water, reading, enjoying the afternoon and you had on a ball cap. And that smile, you shared it so easily when that dog nearly ambushed you with affection. I would be the luckiest man to have your smile directed at me. Me: Goofy, simple, humble, professional guy, also a lover of the arts- like you. I think we could hit it off, I didn’t see a ring and you were alone on a picturesque Sunday. That is, if you could ever overlook this ridiculous message, naturally. It’s uncanny, I can’t seem to get you out of my mind. You seemed sure, content and happy. I will go back to the museum every Sunday and hope that you see this. What color was your shirt? What was the flavor of your drink? Did you maybe notice me too?