Dear Random Drunk Observer,
You totally made my night last night. All awhirl in social anxiety and stress and feeling decidedly uncharming, your casual notation and insight into everything I'm trying to be affirmed me somehow; made me feel beautiful, free, enchanting, funny, like a delight. I hope I am perceived the way you saw me, and I hope you are right about my adorability and excellent friend skills aiding me in finding the man of my dreams. And don't worry, when I find him I won't lose my cute friend in the glasses in the process, just as you warned me not to. But how did you know I was on a quest to find the love of my life? Am I just that easy to read? Is that bad? Maybe I hope I am. Because that makes me feel like an open book, ready to be plucked off the shelf and read at any minute by whatever passerby comes my way, friend, love, pet, small child complimenting my pretty white dress, whatever. I think that's an honest way to live and love and I think more and more that kind of genuine honesty is where happiness comes from. And you did say I had a lovely smile :) I hope I do; it took me long enough to find it again.
Love,
me
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