Cody,

Glenn called just now to read me your post. I don't understand how two people can be in the same tiny restaurant together for nearly two hours and not see each other, especially when the staff knew I was looking for you, and you for me. Are you sure you were in the right place? Nevermind, you must have been -- Chouchou is famous for its cassoulet.

I'm very sorry you were upset, and I'd like to make it up to you. If you still want to meet, name the time and place, and I'll come to you. I promise.

My mind must have been dead set on seeing you, because I dreamed of you all night. Not your face or your body, because I don't know yet what you look like, but your warmth against mine in the darkness, wet and yielding to my hardness, and the sound of the trolleys rumbling in the distance.

I wouldn't normally say such things so publicly, but I want you to know. You've captured my imagination.

And to those who flagged my earlier message: please stop. This is my only way of reaching Cody, let alone apologizing to her.

Hassan