Bloglander

and my heart skipped a beat. You must be the only other Indian in this town
besides me. You were dashing, wearing a pair of maroon pants and still
looking manly. I always dreamed that I would meet an Indian boy here and
now I've seen one - an attractive one at that! I was that girl in the blue
sundress, with the long dark hair, staring deep into your eyes. If you read
this, would you consider going out for coffee? I'll be at Calypso's on
Saturday.