
Where to begin?
We met for coffee almost two weeks ago. How can I describe it? You're dying to know.
First, what does Blackbird look like? I'm sure you all have an idea.
Yes, I am taller than she is. But we didn't look like this. -->
I wasn't wearing a hat.

But her style suited her, as she is somewhat more reserved than I am. I mean, after a while I finally had to come out and ask her name. No, it's not blackbird.
But I had recognized her right away. No, she doesn't look like a sock monkey. I don't know how I knew her, but I did. It must have been telepathy.
You want more details? OK. There is also that hint of the exotic in her style:

Not that exotic!

We like the same blogs. And the same bloggers.
She is a foodie. I am not. I was dumbfounded by her description of her eponymous restaurant here in Chicago.
I'll never eat there.

We hung out for what--an hour or so? Not long enough. Long enough for me to say some of the stuff that's important but that I don't bring up here. We had a lovely time. She is funny and sweet and just as cute as a button. (I had to say it.)
Then I drove her to her next appointment. Which was with the Anthropologie store.
Next time lunch?
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