Saturday, September 01, 2007

Dear Cute Boy Who Danced with Me Last Night~

You have my card. I know that's cheesy as can be, but PLEASE use my card. Come in. Find me. Let's chat. Let me buy you a condo or something.

Because my lone regret about last night is not asking for your number after the show. So, please use that card. I owe you a beer!

Yours in Bob Sing Alongs,
Heather