To the girl who works at Starbucks,

down the street from my house on Del Mar Heights road,

I swear to God I'm not a stalker.

When I asked you for a chai latte,

what I meant to say was:

"I was walking past. I saw you in the window.

I only came in here because I had to know

what your voice sounded like."

But instead of saying that, I got really nervous

and just ordered the first thing on the menu.

I don't even know what "chai" is.

Or a latter, for that matter.

I imagine, when God made you,

he cussed for the first time. He turned to an angel,

gave him a high five and said: "Goddamn, I'm good!"

You are that beautiful. I spent the last five days

trying to figure out how I'm going to introduce myself

to you properly, and I think I've finally figured it out.

It's going to be something like..."Hi."

That's all I got so far, but I think it's a good start.