“I never trust a guy who is blond and I never trust a guy who winks.”

“Shit, I already have two strikes against me. I wink.”

“I know you do.”

“You smile though.”

“Against my better judgment.”

He’s the type of boy that would remember how I take my coffee. And ask about my day with open-ended questions. Sometimes, I think I could date him; other times, I think we are much too alike. Either way is irrelevant, as he lives out of state and his life is … complicated. But I still wonder about it … even with those two strikes.

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