dear self:
next time you see the boy of your dreams at the cha cha, do not just glance at him and try to look like you're not looking. go talk to him even though you're completely sober and have NO idea how to pick up boys.

dear cute boy:
please go to the cha cha the next time i do. we can drink water and talk about how cute you are and you can send your friends to size me up again.

so let's re-cap: playing coy is dumb, but i shouldn't be dating boys i meet at bars in the first fucking place. so let me rephrase my request: let's run into each other at intelligentsia or a book store, and call it a life.