To Jonathon at HEB. I saw you TWICE this weekend, and still walked away without you asking for my digits.

On Saturday around 4 pm, you were the guy working the register across from the pharmacy. You asked me about my NYE plans. I wish I had been buying more than two items so we could have talked more.

BUT THEN, I saw you again last night. You offered to help me to my car, but when the cashier pointed out it was “just one bag,” I think we both got embarrassed.

If you remember what bar I talked about, I’d love to meet you there tonight…