You were blocking the passage way by the bar standing with a bunch of buddies. I pushed past you twice, both times smiling as I touched your arm. You wore a black, fitted tshirt and jeans (I think), had light brown hair (could have been ginger-ish, it was difficult to tell), maybe late 20's and had a really nice smile. I was assertive and probably a bit aggressive as I made my way through. We left the bar briefly and I thought we would come back, so I could talk to you, but the night took me in a different direction.
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It's Sunday and I'm still thinking about your arms.. I'd really like to touch your bicep again. And not just to push you out of the way.
If you're friends with the guy in question, please send him my way. There's a finder's fee!