Dear...How do they call you?
Well since I've forgotten, it doesn't matter anyway.
I just wanted to tell you that when we met the other day,
you caught me at my outmost best, and
everything we did just felt right.
Wait! This is not what I want to say.
Let me start again.

Dear Mr.
Meeting you the other day was wonderful.
The moment you sat next to me, I knew I'd met my kindred spirit.
You listened to me without judgement in your face, and
your eyes were staring straight into my soul.
My heart pounded with every breath that you took.
I remember telling you I was an old fashioned girl, but
when I felt your lips upon mine, I forgot that I was even there.
Is this what they call love at first sight?
I've never felt it before!
I keep hearing your voice every time I close my eyes to sleep.
I've been coming back to the bar in hopes of bumping into you.
This time I hope you will happen to pass by, and
I hope the bartender will keep this napkin like a treasure.

From
The lady who wore the red dress.

PS: I told the bartender to keep this for the guy with twinkling eyes and a scar for a dimple.