Je t'aime.

A missed connection.

Dear tall dark haired boy in the gray beanie and bomber jacket @ Bardot last night; I saw us make eye contact from across the room multiple times, until your date ran up and mauled your face. You had a sweet desperation in your eyes like, “Please, get me away from this woman” and I felt your pain from across the bar. Her drunken stride in 4 inch heels, much like that of a newborn baby deer, was entertaining to say the least. Your perfect smile and awkward wave made my day. Someday I’m going to find you boy, I look forward to mauling your face in public & dancing to shitty remixes together over a 12$ vodka redbull again.

Love,

Tall awkward girl in the thigh-highs & garters.