You were standing near the bar, drinking a fishbowl with your friends (or work buddies), around 5:30 on the evening of December 23rd. You were wearing glasses, and a sweater with an untucked shirt underneath and you looked casually professional. I was sitting in a booth, facing the door to the restaurant, against the wall with my parents and godfather. I was wearing a teal turtleneck, colorful earrings, and I have long blond hair. I was drinking red wine and eating a pizza.
We glanced at each other a few times but we didn’t look away as quickly as most people do. I wanted to smile at you or talk to you, but I was doing family things and you seemed busy too, but it felt like there was something there when our eyes met. I wanted to give you my number but didn’t want to be too forward, but I’m thinking of you now and wish I did. I’d love to meet you sometime. I realize the chances of you seeing this are quite slim, but you never know.
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