We met at JFK before our departure and got into some small talk. I remember you said you were in New York for business. I remember thinking you were extremely handsome, with such a cute personality, you have a British/English accent, and you live in the Mission district (SF). I was wearing a yellow t-shirt with tight fitted jeans and cow-girl boots. Our seats were assigned on the plane and unfortunately we did not get to sit next to eachother. You sat about 6 rows behind me. Prior to boarding, you asked if I lived in San Francisco and I told you that I do not (I live in Sacramento, CA) but my sister lives in San Francisco and I would be staying with her for the night. That\’s when you asked if I had plans for the evening and invited me to accompany you for a night out in the city. I was so flattered and had butterflies in my tummy. I did my best not to seem too excited though. Perhaps I shoudn\’t have done that. I didn\’t get a business card from you but should have. What was I thinking? You are a business man and it\’s more than likely that you carry them. Anyway, I just assumed we would see eachother again while picking up our luggage. But that never happened… I suppose you must have only had a carry on. I\’ve thought about you often over the past few years. I even considered creating flyers and posting them in every single cafe in the mission district. I don\’t know how long it would take me to accomplish the task, but I\’d do it! I\’m just so glad someone was creative and innovative enought to create a site such as this. Even if I don\’t find you and my story doesn\’t turn out to be the fairytale-happy ending that\’s instilled in all of us girly-girls from such an young age….I HOPE it helps someone else out. xoxoxoxo
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