I thought I saw you at the Art Museum, and then again walking out of the florist's with a spray of iris in your arms. I noticed that you had an illustrated copy of The DaVinci Code tucked in your shoulder bag, so I pegged you as someone who has an intellectual curiosity, enjoys a good adventure/mystery, is able to appreciate the classic arts, isn't afraid to challenge dogma, and doesn't consider a few minutes waiting wasted time if there is a good book at hand.
I apologize for not being able to take my eyes off you. I know it was rude to stare, but I hope you knew it was because I found you so utterly charming...Not because I was beguiled by lust. In fact, I thought you made the navy blazer/ silk blouse/ jeans/ sensible flats/ subtle jewelry look clean, fresh, relaxed and even slightly elegant.
You were exactly the kind of girl I'd be proud to introduce at my married friends' summer barbecue or even consider taking home to the family ranch to meet Mom and Dad. They are going to love your easy smile, thoughtful intelligence, and spirited style.
And Me? Well, you were there. You saw right through me.
Let's talk about it. I'm sure we can find something safe, public and mutually interesting to enjoy.
While I am always flattered when you make the initial effort to get my attention, please be aware that I am very sensitive to geographic proximity when it comes to dating. If you think we would be a likely match then I hope you live VERY locally, so that we can easily and readily enjoy getting together. Ideally you live in the West San Fernando Valley. That means, if you live in the Los Angeles area, please be North of Mulholland, West of the Hollywood Freeway, South of the Santa Susanna Mountains, and East of Agoura. In Oregon, where I spend at least 3 months out of the year, please reside in the Rogue Valley near Medford and the River. Time's too precious to waste it solo commuting when we could be together instead.