It was Bloomsday Sunday. Me: pretty brunette wearing pink shirt at the counter buying some stuff. You: tall, handsome guy with Texas longhorns hat or shirt on (I can't remember exactly which one). I think you were buying some ammo. You walked up to get in line & we made eye contact. You smiled, more than once, & there were instant stars. I was too scared to approach you, but how about we get together & maybe go shooting?