We met on the set of a movie as extras, there were 200+ men and just a handful of women. You caught my eye. I remember scanning our group of cuties, my eyes landed on you. For a brief moment in time, I thought you were the one.
But it was all wrong, I was unhappily married, you had a girlfriend. We met for lunch a couple of times and had a ton of fun. We e-mailed daily for months, called each other at work, went to work-related functions. And then it was too much.
My divorce, my kids, your long-distance girlfriend, it was all too much. We never talked about our mutual attraction, we didn't even kiss, we knew it was wrong.
Well, that was almost a year ago. Every now and then, I'll entertain the idea of calling you, of asking you out. But I'm too shy, too embarassed, too worried that I've already screwed up.
I'm sure you're busy with your MBA classes, with your marathons. Wouldn't it be nice to hang out with someone you REALLY connect with? I should probabley be prosecuted for some high crime or another... I'm Catholic, after all. Perhaps I should go to confession.
To relieve my guilt, I'll pretend you don't read these things. That'll definitely be easier for me.
Please respond to this post if you've read it. Give me advice, share a story, tell me that you're the one... : )