St. Patrick's Day. I saw you for the second time. We recogonized each other
from the Monterey a few weeks prior. You seemed so excited to see me again
and nearly left me speechless. You took my hand and I followed you outside
and just as quickly as you appeared, you vanished into a car and off into
the night. I couldn't stop thinking about you the rest of the night. If you
see this email me at [email protected]
Perhaps our paths could cross a
third time and I could at least find out my mysterious beauties name.