You: Tall, dark, and fine in gray suit in building lobby on Montague Street. You stopped me to tell me I was beautiful and asked if I could take your number.
Me: Medium height, chocolate. Caught off guard but pleasantly surprised in oversized sweater and jeans getting off elevator and leaving building headed out to grab lunch.
I told you I was "taken" and out of respect I shouldn't. But I've only heard that someone say I'm beautiful once and it's been YEARS...
Thank you for seeing me, Brandon. I should have taken your number.
-T
