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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

Dear Orange Pants

Posted on Wed, Nov 2, 2011 at 4:55 PM

To the man at a certain bar who swept me off my feet: is this real life? It was the free cover and the potential for beer that brought me out that night, but it was the devilishly handsome and unnaturally talented guitarist that made me stay for hours longer than I'd planned to. I made excuses for my friends to stay: "It's rude to leave now." "I can see their set list and I love the last song," and "C'mooooooooooooon." But no dice. I knew that my cool retro sweater and high levels of awesome were irresistible, and that your inability to resist the irresistible made me the logical target of your affections, so I trekked on being awkward and pretending to dance until your show was over. And then there you were! Shaking my hand for way too long, and asking for my phone number. There is no way this is real life. I'm far far away now, but I just wanted to let you know that if you want to keep me, I promise I'll never get mad at you for eating crackers in bed. —Balloon Allergy

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