To the guy at the gas station,

Louisville KY

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Oof, here goes nothin’. Around 2pm on Sunday afternoon you drove a grey truck and had the most terrific curly hair. I was too ‘in my zone’ and distracted by my 5-year old to think your grin was more than curtesy but after pulling off, I kicked myself the rest of the day wondering only what your name was. I only know from your license plate you’re from Indiana. I thought to take down the number but convinced myself that was creepy. Although, I’d hoped you had taken down mine so I could call you the stalker, but here we are. I hope you’re out there; unmarried & still smilin’. If it wasn’t just curtesy, send me the color of my car and the color of my hair and I’ll reply with my phone number. Good luck with whatever load you were haulin’.