Midweek Missed Connection #5

Angels vs. Indians July 29 - w4m - 24 (Anaheim)

Ok so I feel so silly doing this, but my friend told me I had nothing to lose. I saw you at the angels game you sat right below me and we were in section 311. I had short blonde hair and I was wearing a white shirt and a brown sweater. I smiled at you a few times and you smiled back. I wasn't brave enough to try and talk to you, so I know this is a long shot, but if you see this posting I would love to get to know you. I so feel funny posting this!

After a few emails and then texts we agreed to meet at a local coffee shop – amazingly though we had met 50 miles away in Anaheim we both lived in the same town. She was stand-offish at first – seemed afraid to let go and talk. But as the evening continued she relaxed, finally enough to put her hands on my arms. She was truly beautiful, someone I could really enjoy being with.

I walked her home that night – her apartment was a block away from mine, but I had never seen her in the neighborhood. Not that it mattered. As we stopped in front of her apartment I bent down to kiss her goodnight. Her lips were soft and moist, yielding. She trembled a little.

“Would you like to come up and meet my cat?”

“ Sure”

We walked up the stairs together. It was a beautiful evening...

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It is indeed intersting to take a real person's post and supply my own ending to it. I wonder how she would feel if she ever stumbled across our stories. I have been tempted to send a link, but never have...