We met at the bar at Ainslie BK in Williamsburg this past Sunday at brunch. You were having brunch alone, I was waiting for a date to arrive. You told me I looked beautiful and asked if you could buy me a drink. We chatted about the spiritual nature of bottomless brunch. I’m thick and curvy with red hair and blue eyes, was wearing a tight green dress. You were tall, dark skinned, bearded, and oh so very handsome, wearing a dark blue sweater. I had to rush upstairs when my date arrived. The date sucked. I wish I had stayed to keep drinking with you, or at least gotten your number.
