I saw you at the Drag Show. You had nice pants and hair in a ponytail. Your eyes were brown and intense and I thought I had the courage to come ask for your number after we locked eyes so
often. But then it was cold and my friend was in a hurry. The hour of flirty glances gave me enough energy to make it through my backshift. –Too shy, too late
This article appears in Feb 2-8, 2017.