I saw you at a big box store in Dartmouth Crossing, last Wednesday evening. I was looking at kettles, you—a long, darkhaired goddess—looked past, then at me. I don’t think I was the object of your attention, at least at first. I didn’t know quite what to say, but found you stunning. I’ll be ready next time, if our paths cross again. —The Man in Black
This article appears in Dec 23-29, 2010.
Creeeeeeeeepy!