You were a beautiful woman with shoulder length dark hair. You wore a black tank top and blue jeans. You were sitting on the west end of the dance floor on the bottom tables. I asked you to dance and you said yes. After a while some of your friends showed, and I lost my nerve to approach you again. I noticed you were looking toward me the rest of the evening and I wish I had approached you again to at least get your number. I know you said you were from Belen and frequent Tractor, but that is about all I know.

Anyway, I am sorry I didn't ask you for more dances or show more interest, because I was/still am very interested. I wish I could remember your name, but if this sounds vaguely familiar, please write me back. I would love to get to get to know you better. I can't stop thinking about you.