You were the beautiful, dark-haired woman in a black top and jeans with your friend on the patio of a Spring Garden Road restaurant Monday evening, and (I think) eyeing me one table over; I was with my friend (not on a date). I thought of sending a drink or a note, but am sadly not so smooth. But if you're free next Monday, I'll look for you at the same place and introduce myself! —Shaved Head at the Fire Table