dear diary

 Well, this morning was very interesting, and I kid you not, I drive to the market, getting some chips and I see a woman enter the aisle, didn’t notice she had a dog; she got what she wanted on the opposite aisle, I got mine, and now after her in leaving the aisle notice her dog, same, dress, same, it’s her. I say something and I see her body fright at me saying something from behind, she gets out into the end aisle and turns and  I tell her I had seen her just the other day at the mechanics, “Oh what a coincidence, have a good day.” So I finish shopping, and it turns out we have to come in close proximity again and I look away; then I get out before her (she used self-check out), and as I’m loading groceries, turns out she’s parked right near me and approaching her car; I finished loading and we are now twenty feet apart and i say have “Have a great day!” with a little wave, “You too! she says.” Of course she was strikingly beautiful and indeed did have a very similar pulchritude as an actress I’ve always had as a muse. Really wish she’d say Hi, let me send poems; I’d write a lot of good ones.