By Christopher Wilde
Dear Beautiful Red Headed Girl,
Who kept smiling so sweetly at me Saturday night at the Salt Lake Art's festival. You caught my eye while listening to Atherton and then disappeared while I was buying my CD's. It's not that I didn't want to talk to you, or that I'm too shy, (I'm not). It's just that if I talk to you the first time I see you then it's only a chance meeting, and if I ever bump into you a second time then it's fate.
Don't take it personally I ignore a lot of flirtation this way. I did come back a second night but I didn't see you anywhere.
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