Hottie with a killer smile – m4m
Seriously, what are the odds that we would both be dragging bodies through the same part of the woods in the middle of the night??? But there we were. I would’ve asked you your name, but you seemed so shy and the timing just felt off. Still as we brushed by each other, I knew something was between us besides just the victims’ arms. I am a law student at Middleton University who loves to cook and get involved in improbable crimes by accident. If you see this, maybe we can help each other under the covers and with our coverups. When I’m not studying at the library, I can usually be found talking in furtive whispers with my friends on campus. Find me, and let’s get buried in each other.
We both blended in to the crowd – m4f
You were there. I was there. No one really noticed us, but we noticed each other. I liked your nondescript khaki pants and unbranded paper coffee cup. So sexy.
Handsome doctor with a black eye – w4m
I came in to Grey Sloan Memorial Hospital on a Wednesday a few weeks ago, and my friend was with me. We were there after a freak accident at the pier. I had a crowbar through my face. The man next to me just came in for an infected splinter in his pinky but still somehow died. It was really sad because he hadn’t seen his daughter in over ten years and used to be an alcoholic. There was a lot of commotion when he went in to cardiac arrest, but still, I saw you and our eyes met. You were standing near a gurney in the hallway. You’re tall, dark hair, broody expression, with a lot of scruff. Not sure if you’re single or not, but we made eye contact a few more times before some blonde lady doctor came up and said something to you. You slammed down a chart on the counter and stalked away. I wondered about the patient in that chart. Shouldn’t that have been filed or something?
Anyway, I’m currently in speech therapy from the crowbar damage to my face. I also had some complications during surgery. They ended up having to remove a brain tumor they found during my MRI, and of course I had a minor stroke on the table. Perhaps it’s almost dying three times in the span of 42 minutes, or seeing what can happen when a recovering alcoholic neglects an infected splinter, but I just had to take the chance.
It’s a long shot, but if you remember me, and if I still remember you after I finish with all the meds, I was hoping we could meet up for some jello or other semi-solid food and see what happens. Do you like Bobo Tea? Message me your pager number if you see this.
File this under a second chance – f4m
I was working. You asked for a file from the shelf clearly labeled “Classified”. I said I couldn’t give it to you. You smiled and gave me little wink, and then said something about your mother and puppies. I remember because I also like my mother and puppies (what are the odds???) I almost passed out because you are so cute. Then your friend knocked over a box of files which I cleaned up while keeping my back to you and my desk. That would later get me fired, but it was totally worth it for a chance to meet you. Sadly, you were gone by the time I looked up. I hope we find each other again.
Classy lady on camera- m4f
I was watching you through the camera hidden in your hallway vase, and even though I know it is probably impossible, I just felt like you knew I could see you. You are a classy dresser with a penchant for red wine. You have a cream couch and lamps that look like they’re from Pottery Barn but a much more expensive Pottery Barn than I go to. You talk on the phone with a great deal of intensity and sometimes you cry after you hang up. It makes me so sad to see you upset. I would love to drink your tears and soothe you. I know this is unconventional, but I think you would like me if you got to know me. After I’m done surveilling you, of course. If you see this and you’re interested, go to Lincoln Memorial wearing the white Chanel suit with the matching gloves you tried on Tuesday morning before you changed in to the navy blue dress. I’ll be watching.