Robertlw Raleigh, North Carolina The Message You: Blonde, straight hair to your shoulders; Sitting with your boyfriend?; you ordered a chicken sandwich and in a sweet English Accent asked the waiter for ketchup and ?. We stared at each other multiple times. Your face burning into my memory. I’ve never felt such a connection for someone I wasn’t even able to talk to. I sat directly in front of you with my female friend, at the restaurant in the Johannesburg Airport. You couldn’t be more my type and I’ve never seen someone so beautiful who also had the guts to stare me down. I honestly don’t think this will ever work but if we ever met I can guarantee two things. One, intellectually you will finally have the stimulation you are obviously missing and two, I would make you feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. So, I guess at the very least it was worth a paragraph of my time. Something they should know? What was the other condiment you asked for from the waiter? Or, how did you pay for the meal? Date and time I blew my chance: 24/02/2018
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