J. You like hoodies.

Canal street near Fairground rd, Brattleboro VT

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I see you around town from time to time. Do I know you? I must. There’s a thing there. What’s that? Did we meet at Hazel? Was that you? Did you know me from a work thing? How do I know you? I know you. You know me. I created a match profile—admittedly after a lot of alcohol—you were there. I wanted to message you, but couldn’t. I don’t date. Except that I am. After years, I am. Strangers are easier. I know you. I don’t know how I know you. And after asking myself why the hell I’m dating, there you were, in green. I guess I’m just trying to process, and some things seem to mean something, but maybe don’t. Huh. Leaving this here so I can let it go.