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We passed each other a few times down at least three or four isles in Walmart off of Watt; it seemed as if we were unconsciously seeking each other out.
You are in your late thirties/early forties, short bold hair, hazel eyes. I, a tall, dark, shaved head, black and grey beard.
Every time we passed you looked at me as if you wanted to speak or as if you were waiting for me to speak to you. Even though there was an obvious attraction, we both understood that it would have been inappropriate to say what we both wanted to.
It would be great if we could connect.
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