
Photo by Diane Krauthamer
“Dear PoPville,
On sunday, i was making my typical trader joe’s run for the week. Usually i go to the one on Florida, but i found myself in capitol hill and figured i’d head to the Pennsylvania Ave one. thank goodness i did! As i reached for the often discontinued peanut butter jo jos, I glanced over to see a tall, perfectly built brunette in a neutral t shirt and athletic shorts. he was kind and patient as i made my way over and perused the ready to bake burritos and freshly made wraps. he waited his turn as i looked back and smiled, wanting to comment on his cool fish or shark tattoo on his forearm. i clammed up like the sea, afraid of making a fool of myself. after we both left the isle, he headed to wait in the line as i made my way to the seasoning section. we made eye contact one last time, and i never saw him again.
help me find this missed connection? I’m a 5ft 6 thic brunette looking to buy him a cup of coffee!”
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