Dear Random Girl

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Dear Random Girl,
I’m doing my best not to make this sound like a Craigslist Missed Connection, but so far, I’m comin’ up empty.
See, I was just finishing up my run this morning, when I saw you getting out of the passenger side of a car.
As you walked up the steps of the building we both live in (See? Totally not creepy or stalkerish) I was struck by the little bow you had in your hair.
In an attempt to not be awkward, I waited a few moments before saying, ‘I know this is really random to hear from a sweaty shirtless stranger… but I really like the bow in your hair.”
Yeah, that “not awkward” thing? Nailed it!
Luckily, she smiled and politely said thank you before continuing up the stairs when I arrived at my front door.
In a last-ditch effort, I turned around and said, “Sorry, I hope that didn’t seem totally creepy. I just realized how weird I sounded.”
She laughed again and said, “No, it’s totally one of those random things that makes my day.”
See that, people? I made someone’s day!
Guess who might not die bitter and alone after all?!?
… yeah, no, that “bitter and alone” thing is definitely still happening.
Still, it just made my day to make someone else’s day for once.
Sincerely,
Calhoun

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About Calhoun

Ever think those thoughts that don't seem important enough to put down on paper? Welcome to my life. I write random thoughts, movie reviews, and the occasional work of fiction. Take a look around, there's a little bit of something for everyone.

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