Friday night around 10 p.m., we were both attending Mon Cheri's last show.
You were standing by the bar as the band took a bit of a break. Me:
standing a few feet away by the partition, red haired and tall, boots and a
sweater standing with my guy friend who had curly blonde hair. You: awfully
cute hipsterish fellow who smiled and waved slightly in my general
direction. I was too awkward and shy to realize it may indeed have been to
me. But then, be still my heart, it happened again, and your tentative
nature was entirely too attractive. My friend tried to get me to go say
hello but I didnt have the guts. Alas! Perhaps we could get a drink or a
coffee some time at Jimmyz?