You were the beautiful, dark-haired woman in a black top and jeans with your friend on the patio of a Spring Garden Road restaurant Monday evening, and (I think) eyeing me one table over; I was with my friend (not on a date). I thought of sending a drink or a note, but am sadly not so smooth. But if you’re free next Monday, I’ll look for you at the same place and introduce myself! —Shaved Head at the Fire Table
This article appears in May 26 – Jun 1, 2011.