dear security guard at the union square BofA,
i have a crush on you. it may not seem like it when i'm dragging myself up powell street and pass you, but i do. i'm the girl who walks up that small grade like it was mount everest and sweats like roger ebert. i think i have a medical condition. i also totally stare at you until you look my way. we've made eye contact 5 times. i've counted. i've also thought about smiling once. but i don't want to scare you off by being too forward.
anyways, underneath that sweet, sweet sweat, is a girl that's funny, passionate, semi-artistic and kinda neat. i also clean up pretty nice. i'm hoping that that one day that i'm wearing a skirt, have my hair and make-up done and need cash, you'll be there.
one day, i'll get the courage to accidentally bump into you. i'll say "sorry", you may or may not say anything. either way it will be the best conversation ever.
sincerely,
MsMonis
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