$20 for Detroit
That’s one of the things I recall about you.
A joke over drinks how we could buy Detroit for $20 but wouldn’t.
We had two (I think) dates
before my just gotoutofalongtermrelationship
ass went stupid on you.
I shouldn’t have been dating,
sorry about that.
I remember we got along and I enjoyed your company a lot.
For whatever reason
I think about you occasionally
probably because I want a do over.
Often I’ve thought about making an ass out of myself
(just like right now) and posting here
on missed connections
hoping that you might reply.
I feel stupid for writing this.
I don’t have your email address.
I don’t have your phone number.
and
I wish I had your number and/or email address to ask you out properly.
To make a fool of myself privately to you instead of like this.
My options are limited and it is way high time I posted this.
These are the details as best as I can remember:
It has been a year (I think)
Your name starts with a K.
My name starts with an E.
You just got a feather tattoo when I saw you and I got one on my arm.
I gave you my umbrella to take home with you because it was raining the night of our first date.
Sincerely,
A Fool
