Dear Tell All: I met the love of my life on State Street last week, and now I don't know where to find her.
I was shopping at Urban Outfitters and caught sight of the most beautiful girl I've ever seen, probably just past college age. She had long legs and light brown hair that hung around chest-level.
I racked my brain for something to say to her. But before I could work up the courage, she walked out of the store and up State Street. I took off in pursuit, staying a few paces behind her.
Long-Legged Girl stopped at Sacred Feather and tried on a wide-brimmed hat. Desperate for an opening line, I tried on a similar hat myself. "We look like sisters," I said, when she caught sight of this idiotic guy in a woman's hat. That made her laugh, and we started bantering.
I made a point of walking out of the store the same time she did, and managed to keep the conversation going. By the time we got up around the Overture Center, though, she was ready to turn off State, and I couldn't follow her any further without feeling like a stalker. I asked her if I could get her number, "in case I need some fashion consulting." That made her laugh again, and she gave me the number.
But here's the horrible part: I made a mistake as I frantically typed the number into my damn cell phone. When I took out my phone to call her the next day, I saw that I'd typed only nine numbers instead of the full 10. I wanted to kill myself.
So how on Earth do I find my future wife?
Tragically Terrible Typist
Dear Typist: I suggest that you buy the wide-brimmed hat you tried on at Sacred Feather and parade up and down State Street in it for the next week. Long-Legged Girl, if you're reading this, go downtown and look for the guy making a fool of himself in women's clothes. As you can tell, he'll do anything to see you again.
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