Starbucks Eye Contact m4w
You were the tall, eye-catching gal with bright blue eyes sitting across from me on Sunday evening, July 31st at roughly 7 pm --the one that watched my computer for me and then minutes later met up with a friend/associate/whatever. We seemed to be making eye contact, but then, that just might be the affect your eyes have on whomever they're cast! Seriously, your bright blues weren't just sparkly clear, they were pretty darned resonant, too, as was your mesmerizing smile, which was matched by your healthy, wholesome laugh--one that made me want to laugh with you.
Not to wax too poetiy here, but you came off like a walking moment of clarity--somehow you felt exponentially 'there' and ineffably familiar, obviously enough to have me writing this absurd ad, that is, since I didn't have a chance to say hey and strike up a conversation. Or, well, okay, I suppose I did, but I guess I was struck enough to not say anything. You know how that happens.
All that said, not to sound skeptical, but, thing is, while I'm sure you're a right fine, regular human being and deserve to be thought of as more than a fantasy woman, we probably have nothing in common and the likelihood of making a meaningful connection is little better than, well, random chance. Still, what the heck--I figure there's nothing to lose in taking a random chance and placing this ad, right?
So, should you see this, by all means, respond. Maybe we can do coffee again, and if nothing else, laugh at absurd randomness. I can even tell ya' a pretty funny and relevant Starbucks story.
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