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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Ok, I’ll play.

There is a distinct possibility that she pretends to not see him looking her way. In her peripheral vision, her eyes dart to him and she’s watching his every move, listening to his every word. He guides the conversation because she is too nervous, and her mind goes blank. She probably hasn’t felt butterflies like this ever before and it scares her. When he speaks he has a calming effect that makes any rainy day seem like the sunniest day.

Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

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Anonymous wrote:Just in time for Valentine's day.

Mine is a bit lame , but here it goes. I see you Monday-Friday every morning in line for coffee. You always have a copy of the New York Times in hand. We exchange a casual joke or 2, mostly cheesy and stupid. I think you are so handsome and you actually give me butterflies. I'm getting over a pretty bad break up so not ready for anything, and I'm 96$ certain you have an SO so nothing can happen. I do enjoy looking at you and chatting with you 5 days a week for 5 minutes.

Is he your barista at starbucks?

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Anonymous wrote:Just in time for Valentine's day.

Mine is a bit lame , but here it goes. I see you Monday-Friday every morning in line for coffee. You always have a copy of the New York Times in hand. We exchange a casual joke or 2, mostly cheesy and stupid. I think you are so handsome and you actually give me butterflies. I'm getting over a pretty bad break up so not ready for anything, and I'm 96$ certain you have an SO so nothing can happen. I do enjoy looking at you and chatting with you 5 days a week for 5 minutes.

Is he your barista at starbucks?

Anonymous wrote:Just in time for Valentine's day.

Mine is a bit lame , but here it goes. I see you Monday-Friday every morning in line for coffee. You always have a copy of the New York Times in hand. We exchange a casual joke or 2, mostly cheesy and stupid. I think you are so handsome and you actually give me butterflies. I'm getting over a pretty bad break up so not ready for anything, and I'm 96$ certain you have an SO so nothing can happen. I do enjoy looking at you and chatting with you 5 days a week for 5 minutes.

Anonymous wrote:Just in time for Valentine's day:

"I see you Monday-Friday every morning in line for coffee. You always have a copy of the New York Times in hand. We exchange a casual joke or 2, mostly cheesy and stupid. I think you are so handsome and you actually give me butterflies. I'm getting over a pretty bad break up so not ready for anything, and I'm 96$ certain you have an SO so nothing can happen. I do enjoy looking at you and chatting with you 5 days a week for 5 minutes."

"Almost 20 years since the first butterfly, and that feeling still ignites me. My admiration for you isn’t much of a secret, since a love like ours inspires more of the same. You have always been, and always will be, my only. I love you, and I love us."


"I liked you so much it scared me. I [] stayed at my job longer than I should have because I thought you liked me too . . There's a part of me that still wants to tell you how I feel. That thinks all the back and forth, the misunderstanding is just a comical twist to the story of us that in 50 years will look back on and laugh about. Then there's the realist in me who realizes the chance at whatever could have been is over."


"You don't look like any woman I have dated, but think that your glasses, combined with being slightly nerdy are very attractive. I see you once or twice a week getting coffee, no wedding ring. I really want to learn more about you. Maybe we have a lot in common, maybe we don't, but if you are dating someone who should be very happy to have someone like you on his arm."


"I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me."


"Intrigued by the 60ish gentleman who works out at my gym. Not crushing, since I do not really know him, but definitely look forward to seeing him around the gym and exchanging a few pleasantries."

Anonymous wrote:The fact that this potentially playful thread so quickly devolved into scolding posts tells me Washington is perhaps the most unromantic major city in America.

Doesn't anyone here want to find love?

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

No he should not. Sounds creepy. He should start with speaking to her.

+1. If someone started complimenting the gentle curves of my body, I’d be creeped out. It would be better if PP could compliment her on who she actually is as a person rather than just all physical attributes. It’s not romantic, it’s gross and objectifying.

While I agree that it would be creepy for the PP to start off a conversation with a complete stranger with his private thoughts about what he finds attractive about her, I also think you should definitely pull the stick out of your ass. Although it may be so far up there it will require medical intervention.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

No he should not. Sounds creepy. He should start with speaking to her.

+1. If someone started complimenting the gentle curves of my body, I’d be creeped out. It would be better if PP could compliment her on who she actually is as a person rather than just all physical attributes. It’s not romantic, it’s gross and objectifying.