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I suppose this is the cyber equivalent to a message in a bottle. I've already lost. I have nothing more to lose.The misery of it is that I never bothered to take a chance--too scared I guess. Regret is expensive. I doubt this will get there, but I'll cast it out to sea anyway. Then I'm going to move on, and just keep living life, and remind myself constantly that there is nothing more expensive than regret. Action is the best remedy for fear.
I've seen you working in the lumber aisle of the Brighton Home Depot on a few occassions in the past few years. I'm there all the time, but I've only seen you maybe a dozen times. You always turn my head. And you always make me nervous. Women usually don't turn my head and people never make me nervous. I'm a confident and secure person--except when it comes to you. There was something there the moment I first saw you. I think I caught the tail-end of you checking me out, but maybe I'm just projecting my hopes. There has been something there every subsequent time since then. Again, maybe I'm just projecting onto you my hopes. I haven't seen you in a while and it makes me wonder if you still work there. I look for you when I go there. Your apron said your name is "Kristy". You are quite a beauty--a brunette with striking blue eyes. Our eyes have met several times.
From afar, I've seen men making advances toward you. Maybe you didn't know that is what they were doing, but that is what they were doing. I don't blame them, but I don't want to be like those other men. I don't want to be a nuisance. I know waitresses hate when they get hit on. It probably gets kind of annoying. I've noticed elderly men are particularly fond of you. They're endearing, I suppose. They probably see the same thing I see. You have something that shines from within. I want to know what it is. Most people don't shine like that from within, but you do. I want to know why. People are usually boring and uninteresting. That is why I avoid them. Why do I feel compelled to move toward you? I really doubt that you are single, but I nonetheless feel a strong desire to know you. Those times, after I have seen you in the aisle, on my drive home, I hear a voice inside of me that screams at me to turn around and do something to at least satiate my curiosity. I just want a conversation. I don't want to woo you. I don't want to try and impress you. I don't have peacock's feathers. I could afford them, I just don't want them. I don't have frog's lips either. I know there is at least a handful of my female friends who wouldn't mind if pushed our platonic friendship toward romance, but they just don't do it for me despite their multiple levels of beauty.
So what do you say? I'll just be me. You just be you. Maybe we'll just like each other for who we are. I want you to like me for me. If you don't like me, then I will leave you be, no questions asked. I've lived long enough to know that I am not every one's cup of tea. So lets have dinner! More importantly, lets have a conversation! You tell me when and where and I will meet you there. Or if you are still at the Home Depot, grant me permission to "bother" you at work and I will!