Dear guitar guy on stage in a bar on 2nd avenue,

You're very handsome. When you smiled at me through the window with prolonged eye-contact I immediately hoped you would write a missed connection about me. I heard you say "who's that pretty girl?" into the microphone and it made my ego inflate 20-fold. Go to craigslist and profess your undying love for me, I would probably respond. Also, we might make cute babies.

Kisses,
A