Because I know you'll never read this...

Dear You,

A few nights back, you and I were out at the club with the same very loosely knit crowd. Early in the evening I gravitated towards a couple of friends of a friend of ours I had only met a few nights ago. They were good enough company, but they had to work in the morning so they headed out early. After that I spotted an old friend, but soon he too tired and left.

While my mind's on it, when did we hit that age when 11:30 becomes bed time? It really crept up on me. Our friends just don't party like they used to, you know? I sure wasn't ready to go home just then!

At any rate, as soon as my friend had taken off, some stumbling buffoon approached. He must have had on beer goggles with lenses 3 inches thick.

"I may be drunk," he said, "but you're absolutely gorgeous."

"You are. I'm not. But thanks," I replied, hoping to brush him off quickly.

"No really, what's a girl like you doing all alone in a place like this?"

"Chillin'".

"What are you doing tonight?"

"This. Then sleeping."

"You should come to my place and party," he said, making a fumble at me which I evaded.

"No thanks".

"Oh c'mon. Why not? Is your boyfriend gonna be jealous?" I ignored him, hoping he would lose interest or forget where he was or something, but of course he persisted. "Are you even here with someone?"

"Um... yes," I replied, lying through my teeth.

"Well, WHO?" he demanded, now right inside my personal bubble and seeming irate.

"Um..." My eyes darted around the room in search of an escape route, and that's when I spotted you a few feet away talking to a group of friends. "Him!" I blurted. I then walked towards you. As I approached, you looked at me, said my name, and smiled. Then you went back to talking to the group you were with, but it was enough to send my unwelcome companion slinking out the door.

Anyway, to sum it all up I just wanted to thank you for the split second romance you'll never know we had and I, for some strange reason, can't stop thinking about.

Sincerely,
Me.