![]() ![]() “It’s Jack with The Dallas Morning News.” “Natalie, line four,” Elena, our office receptionist, chimes in as I damn near jump out of my skin. I have two tickets for the Ritz this Saturday. And though it’s just a few short months away, I find myself wanting to make one last effort to persuade you to go out with me (for research purposes of course). I swore I wouldn’t bother you after beer one, and then decided on a formal email after beer three. ![]() Did those idiot owners even research the name? I’m sitting on the patio at my best friend’s place, staring at the city lights, and I’m wondering where you are. I find it amusing that you work at a place called The Plate Bar. Rolling my chair closer to my desk, I duck out of his line of sight in an effort to shield my guilty conscience. Glancing over my monitor to his office across the bustling newsroom, I see him typing a mile a minute. ![]()
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