You put ketchup on your steak – f4m (Clementine, AL)
Date: 2016-07-10, 12:51AM CST
You were in Bernardo’s Steakhouse last night, around 7 or so. You are tall and dark-skinned with a buzz cut and a tattoo of an angel in white ink on your forearm. I think you told one of your friends it was for your grandma who died of ovarian cancer. I think you were there for a bachelor party or something—it was you and a bunch of other guys in the private back room, and one of the others was wearing a paper crown. I was the server with blonde braids and big hoop earrings who took back your undercooked salmon, and I think one of the reasons I like you so much is actually because of how nice you were about that. Most people would have been rude, even though I’m clearly not the one cooking the food, so thank you. If you want to meet up, message me with what cut of steak you ordered after the salmon didn’t work out. You were wearing a blue polo shirt.
I taught you how to use coriander – f4m (Leland, AL)
Date: 2016-07-14, 4:46PM CST
You were in Foodieland Deluxe this afternoon. You’re a black guy, tall and muscular, with some sort of tattoo on your arm, although I didn’t get a good look at it. I can’t remember what you were wearing. I was the one giving the cooking demonstration at the sample kitchen near the seafood. I was demoing coriander-crusted salmon, and you said you were glad you came by in time because you had a bad experience with salmon in a restaurant recently so you wanted to learn how to make it at home. I helped you pick out the ingredients and when you went to leave, our hands accidentally touched. Or at least I think it was an accident. I think we have a real connection, and if you feel the same way, message me with what veggie you decided to make with your fish.
You bought 1 dozen purple orchids– f4m (Leland, AL)
Date: 2016-07-15, 6:32PM CST
You came by the florist here in town this afternoon—strong black man, kind of tall I guess, white bird tattoo on your arm. I was working the counter and sold you an arrangement of one dozen purple orchids. I’m really hoping they’re for your mom, because you’re hot and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since you left the shop. I didn’t even have to tell you roses are cliché, you just knew that somehow. If I’m wrong and those are for a girlfriend or something, she’s lucky to have you. But if I’m right and you’re free, message me with what color ribbon I tied around the orchids.
From: Jenny McRae
To: All Contacts
After four years of dating, Doug finally popped the question! I’m so excited to be marrying the love of my life. He asked in the sweetest way, too—he made a fancy salmon dinner for us at his house, and he gave me this bouquet of the prettiest purple flowers, and then he got down on one knee, and . . . well, you know the rest. :D We couldn’t be happier. I am such a lucky woman.