Last night sometime around 8:30pm I see you come into TJ's wearing your workout outfit and my jaw drops onto the floor. Believe me, I'm not usually such a perv, but I couldn't stop staring at your gorgeous face and those perfect, luscious curves that you clearly just worked very hard on at the gym. I caught your eye briefly for a half-second but I was so taken by your beauty I couldn't even hold your gaze long enough to smile at you. I was the skinny white guy with a gray button down shirt and baseball cap, not looking my best after a long day of work, but dreaming of the right opening line to use to flirt with you. Unfortunately, I had a few things going against me, you were wearing headphones (probably to avoid being hit on by guys like me), I was with my nosy friend (who caught me staring at you and gave me shit), and you're clearly so far out of my league that I might as well be playing another sport. Still, I did my best to memorize your beautiful face and that sexy tattoo you had on your midriff. No chance you see this but I just needed to put it out into the universe because I woke up thinking about you and praying that I run into you again in the future, alone and with the perfect, smooth, winning pick up line to sweep you off your Converse-wearing feet. Until then my goddess...