Dear Man I Was Leery Of,

We pass each other a few mornings a week when I walked my dog. You have a furrowed brow and a sort of menacing look. A large to-go coffee cup in hand, you walk with a feverish pace. I’m ashamed to say that, judging by your appearance (yes, your clothes), I thought you might be gang affiliated, and definitely hopped up on something.

We would keep seeing each other, so a couple of weeks ago I got my nerve up and said “good morning” as you were walking past me. There was no one around. You smiled, the nicest smile, and said “good morning” back. You have such a sweet voice. I look forward to our morning greetings now. And I realize the thing you were probably hopped up on is the giant coffee you’re always drinking…the very thing I’m on my way to purchase and get hopped up on when I see you.

I feel like a jerk for judging you. I’m sorry. And, I’ll see you tomorrow morning.

Love,

Jo