Sighting

We met while watching a football game. You were at one end of the bar and I was at the other. We started talking after I asked if you were certified in CPR, you know, just in case this game went bad. We talked for hours about our families, friends, and careers. We laughed and exchanged looks. And we stared into each other’s eyes for what felt like hours. We met again two nights later, talked for hours, you met my boss, we got tipsy, exchanged looks, but missed phone numbers. Actually, you have my number. But those conversations were the best time of my life. I’d like to find you, even if you’re not interested. I’ll never know unless I talk to you again.

I know you’re a traveling nurse; orthopedic. From Boston and Tampa. Beautiful brown eyes. Funny three year old nephew. Learning SQL. You were repping a French braid! I could go on…

I feel like I should say more. But I can’t. Not here. And if you’re reading this and are not her, to quote the Chi-Lites, “have you seen her?”

Name your prize?