Bloglander

On the night of Sat. the 13th, I was ahead of you in the checkout line. You were with your friend, I was alone wearing black jeans & a long grayish purple jacket. We locked eyes for a few seconds as you were walking up with your brown sugar then sarcastically acknowledged the junk food I was buying.  I regret not asking for your number right there. I'd really like to talk with you again & maybe help you bake some more cookies, send me an email at [email protected].