Missed Connections

Her skin looked perfect from a far; not a blemish, nor a scar. Stunning brunette hair blowing elegantly in the wind, walking that perfect waist-to-hip ratio of approximately 2:3 down the opposite sidewalk from me – everything is now in slow motion.

I was the finance guy in skinny chinos and brown loafers. She, a Latina living in the fashion district, and I, speechless and overwhelmed, missed by a mere 40 feet. She walked in to a small Bodega [which are both cute and bountiful in this part of town] in all probability to buy fresh fruit and other delicious, yet unsophisticated, items. She had conceivably not been tainted by big city living. And that was the most beautiful part about her.

I pictured us, together, on a Sunday late-autumn afternoon walking our golden retriever through the park, warm cider in hand.

Symmetrical Girl from Kensington Market, how I want to meet you! I want you to come with me to my firm’s Christmas party. I want you to make fun of me, and tell me “I’m coming over” without actually being invited. I want you to enjoy the opulent lifestyle I can provide for you.
Send me an e-mail [I check it often!] and we’ll watch the beautiful sparks fly together when we meet and get along flawlessly.