Department store, Saturday, 2 p.m.

Me: Early 30s, tall, brown hair, hazel eyes, devastatingly handsome, wickedly funny. Wearing brown shacket over black and gray fleece zip-up and gray hat. Leaning on shopping cart off to the side of Home Electronics Dept.

You: Late 20s, short, dark eyes, blonde hair peeking out of black knit hat, girl-next-door cute. Wearing red puffy coat and blue jeans. Browsing televisions.

I was smiling warmly, with affection and tenderness in my eyes. You saw me and smiled back, receptive and pleased at being noticed. But you didn't know I was smiling at The Bunny, who was walking behind you. Your face fell a little when you realized.

I'm sorry I couldn't be what you thought.