Dear tall guy in the blue plaid shirt,
I saw you when I walked into the building. Your back was onto me but I knew it was you. Your shoulders are broad just the way I like them. I think it would be really nice to hug you.
I quickened my steps and followed you into the elevator. This is the second time we've been together there. You always have a smoothie with you. I love the fact that you wear glasses. You look so smart in them. You took them off for awhile earlier and I think my heart skipped a beat. I think I caught your eye. But that could be just my imagination.
I know more than half of my friends would argue that you are gay,but who cares?
Thanks for making the ride to the fourteenth a bit more exciting today.
I'm hoping for a third time.
Love, M.
