My Roberta's Lady. - m4w - 24 (Roberta's Pizza, Brooklyn): "You live in Colorado. You were in town visiting friends (who seemed warm and nice--they both live here, and you guys were 'addicted' to photos with a disposable camera). I was the guy trying too hard to look impressive by the fire, wearing a hat and a plaid-y shirt and with a beard and thick glasses and REALLY REALLY REALLY WANTING TO TALK TO YOU . I made a brief start of conversation, about something, and was then dragged out by my friends. But! BUT BUT BUT! I wished that we had stuck around, because I was set on you all night AND then when waking up sober. Ohkay. This won't work,. and I am writing into the ether. BUT! HERE GOES NOTHING!!!!!!!!!!"
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