Mary-Jane, every time I see you I have an instant crush though I doubt
you've noticed me: bearded dude, black hoodie with a hat in the corner
trying to look like I wasn't completely struck. You wore a grey and black
striped sweater dress, and glanced at me only once with those stunning
green eyes. You were smoking a cig leaning against the wall outside of
Monterey. I heard someone say your name and just about died. I just need to
say that you are a gorgeous creature.