My friend Annalise from Chicago has impeccable style. She regularly chooses to accessorize with a variety of jewelry; some days it’s a striking cocktail ring, others it’s a assortment on both hands. Annalise is the epitome of chill sophistication.

So when I saw your post I immediately thought of her. She’s a brilliant historical archivist and splits time between DC, Chi-Town and LA. I reached out to say hey and see if she was around for the holidays. Sure enough, she said she managed to fly in Saturday after her Friday flight fell through. And I said, let me guess, you were wearing mid-calf boots, mid-thigh length jacket, and dark pants?

She went silent. And then she was like, yeah, that’s almost my exact outfit. Plus she said she was carrying her Bellroy backpack!

That’s when I knew it was her and told her about this post. How there was rhis forlorn tallish guy in the blue hoodie who kept casting sidelong glances and felt her connect with him.

Annalise… she totally remembered you. And had really been hoping you’d come up to her; maybe touch her hand; and say… well, just say anything. Because she’s a strong, decisive woman who can really only open up to that same kind of man. But you didn’t. And so, this.

She wants me to let you know, blue-hooded dude, to always shoot your shot. Otherwise it slips away and into the white noise of 330 million wayward souls drifting about the country like so much wind blown snow.

Maybe though, just maybe, your eyes will discretely meet at some other gate on some other fateful day. She said she would give you a second chance!