Dear Guy at the Next Table

Dear Guy at the Next Table,

I know I know you, but I can’t think from where. I would say something but I’m a little terrified that I’m wrong and you just look like someone I know. That has happened to me on multiple occasions, and it’s mortifying every single time. I really don’t want to repeat that. On the other hand, if you’re who I think you are I have always thought you were cute and considered asking you out. But if you just look like him and I take that chance it could really be a disaster. But I suppose it wouldn’t kill me just to ask you. I mean, I suppose it could actually kill me. You could be one of those straight guys who is so insecure that you’d assault any guy who even looked at you.

I doubt that’s the case though. Those kind of guys don’t usually frequent this part of town. That’s just my brain involuntarily jumping to the worst case scenario as usual. That’s just what it does. One reason I’m afraid to talk to you no matter who you are. I suppose I could just ask you if you’re who I think you are…

Guy at the Corner Table