I saw Pete at a local women-owned café.
She was reading the paper, and drinking a latte, and wearing Dickies.
I thought she was fabulously cute, and I swore that I would talk to her.
I walked up to her and I stammered out a cockamamie reason to give her my email address.
It was years later, or maybe two weeks, and she hadn't emailed me.
One afternoon I was grading papers in the same café and
She came up to me with a teeny tiny cupcake to apologize.
She had washed her pants with my email address in the pocket.
She asked me for my number, and
She called me when she was driving home to Western Mass from her father's wedding in Florida.
My handsome beautiful Pete and I have been dating since December.
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