Hey girl. You were reading a book at the end do the bar at Book Club. You had one of those bull nose rings which I was 50% intimidated by and 50% aroused by (I have no idea what they’re called so please don’t be offended). Anyway, you were reading and there was one seat between us. I was turned on my you but didn’t say anything. You were drinking red wine.
After I ordered my second beer, a trans woman sat in between us. It would have been super hard to talk to you around her, so I disappeared in the back of the place. Right before close, you came over to me and stood next to me for a while while browsing the shelves. I couldn’t tell if you wanted to peruse some M surnamed authors for a while or wanted to give me one last shot. It did seem like you were there for a very long time. Maybe you just really like Lianne Moriarty, David McCollough, or Haruki Murakami. I don’t actually remember the names of the authors, I’m just bullshitting. I hope you don’t either. Because I hope you were thinking about me ;)
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