to the blue haired boy with the smiling eyes:

hi.

we've met before.

don't you remember? i hope you do.

in a room full of college kids and booze you laughed at something dumb i said

and i noticed you,

i noticed you.

i hope i'm not coming on too strong but

for one thing at least i would really like to know your name.

maybe more

but i won't get ahead of myself.

i have a bad habit of thinking too far ahead,

my mind a whirlwind of wild fantasies and missed opportunities,

like the blue haired boy with the smiling eyes

and the tacky orange shirt

and the laugh like soda bubbles.

if this sounds like it might be you

and you laughed at a joke that a short girl with glasses made,

then i hope you call

or text or write or meet me again,

cause i would really like to know your name.