It has just occurred to me who that guy was on Friday night. I caught him surreptitiously studying me from a table across the way. He looked vaguely familiar in that sort of vaguely familiar way. I conferred with Aundrea and she thought he was vaguely familiar, too. If indeed it was Mr SnS, the intervening time has not been kind to him. Rumpled plaid shirt, several extra pounds around his middle, and a questionable change of hairstyle, perhaps including a perm. The eyes were the same, though. Yup. They were still deepset and brooding. Perhaps he was feeling regretful over the perm.
Sunday, June 10, 2012
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