The Guy Who Ran After Me At The Farmers Market
Missed Connections In Boston
I wanted to say it again: thank you
I came out of the T and noticed there was a small farmer’s market going on–I wasn’t going to buy anything (I walked right past) but I changed my mind and turned around and ended up buying vegetables from you. As I was walking away (I had already made it some distance) I heard running and you stopped me–I thought I had maybe dropped something in the peppers. Nope. You had run across the square to tell me that I was beautiful.
(I’m really not making this up)
You couldn’t have come at a better time and you made me smile for the rest of the day (which at times was a little awkward because I was by myself in places where smiling to yourself wasn’t exactly smiled on by the general public…) Sorry I didn’t tell you my name or ask for yours, I would have (and I wanted to), but I was very flustered and didn’t know what to do with myself…
I’ll remember you for a very long time, I’m sure.