Type: W4M …well, G4B if truth be told.
Place: Post Office
You: Cute boy, brown hair, brown eyes, dark skin, riding in a stroller, about my age (2ish). Said your name was Eric.
Me: Also cute, girl, blonde hair, blue eyes, wearing pink, 2 years, my name is Olive.
I was waiting in line with my mommy and you were with your aunt and mommy. We were mailing some presents, and you were getting the mail. It was a long wait, but you made it fun. We had many private, deeply philosophical conversations in that 15 minutes; isn’t it great being a toddler and practically having our own language?
You were eating fries from McDonalds, but it was really more like you were just shaking them around in their box. Then you spilled them all over the floor and I helped you clean them up by eating them. I hope you got to eat some more if you got hungry again. After my mommy and I got called up to the mailman, we gave him our presents and I said “bye bye” to you many times, and you waved at me a lot.
I really think there was something there. Call me in 15 years when we’re old enough to date, and we’ll see where it goes from there! XOXO
-Olive, (000) 000-0000