at the packie of all places
I met you at the L Street Tavern in December. You were sweet and cute and I hoped to bump into you again.
Then on Sunday – yes, Super Bowl Sunday – I spotted you at Dorgan’s. You were wearing a Pat’s jersey picking up some beer just like me. I had two six packs in my hand and picking up a third when you reached for the same cooler. Being the gentleman that you are, you held the door open for me and then opened it more to allow me to get by. We shared a moment when I nearly knocked a bottle of Captain Morgan’s off the shelf as I tried to squeeze by.
When I was leaving, you held the door for me again. I was going to the right and and you were going to the left. We bumped into each other one last time before going our separate ways.
I wish I had said hello to you or mentioned that I met you back in December at L Street Tavern. I’d like to meet you again – maybe at the L Street Tavern for a drink.
If this is you and you’d like to connect, email Maureen at [email protected] to make the love connection.