To the person at the place wearing the clothes
Our eyes locked just for a moment, or maybe they didn't. Come to think of it, maybe you were looking at the person behind me. Or maybe you have a "lazy eye" and it just looked like you were looking at me.
But I choose to believe you were looking at me. No, not "looking" -- gazing. Wait, not "gazing" -- "gazing fondly". I think we could both feel we have a connection, something magical; I only hope it's with each other.
You are so attractive, given your height and weight and personality. And, as you saw, I have often been referred to as "passable", even by others.
Anyways, even though I'm married, you're the one for me. Call me. Let's have sex.