Thursday, February 15, 2001
I was driving down Route 1, looked over, and saw you driving your '67 Red Mustang. I smiled and you smiled back. I tried to keep up with you, but my little VW Beetle couldn't keep up. I think there might be some chemistry between us. I wrote down your license plate number and sent you an email at platematch.com. I'm not a stalker or anything. I just think it might be fun to get together for some drinks or something. It's ok with my wife, as long as I get home in time for dinner.
