Dear ballet dancer who I didn’t notice until halfway through the show because you’re kinda short and placed behind all the tall people and when I did notice you I was like ‘that guys is really good, I’m gonna have to watch him more’ and then you came out to the lobby and I thought ‘you’re really cute’ and nobody wanted your picture because you weren’t in a sparkly outfit,
I’m sorry for staring.
You gave me this irritated look (which could actually just be from the conversation you were having). Twice. Coz you caught me staring. Twice.
My sister informs me that I should have gotten a picture with you since nobody else would.
Sincerely,
The girl staring at you who is not bold enough to give you her number and I’m not sorry for staring at all. Coz you’re hot.