Sighting

Dear quiet, beautiful blonde woman that was sitting alone on the Berwick tour boat next to me. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything to you! You tried to point out something to me and I awkwardly laughed a little. I could barely look at you, you were stunning to me and if I had made eye-contact I might have been struck down by it. I was the sort of scruffy dark haired guy with the glasses and short beard. We both wore black rimmed glasses and dark blue jackets. I tried so hard to work up the courage to talk to you. I was going to say something about how fun/interesting the tour was to you back on land but you were gone when I disembarked. It’s a total long-shot but I’d kick myself for not making SOME effort. I’d love to get to know you and talk about our common interest in boats and nature?