Okay, so technically you might be the landlord’s gardener. I hear you’re an eco-gardener. And I rather like that. In fact, I rather like you.
I’ve noticed you digging holes out in back of my house. I’ve noticed your big white truck filled with plant matter, and your beautiful brown curly hair that’s just a little too long in back.
You might remember me as the girl your dog attacked one morning. I was late for work. Again. And he wanted my toast. You were so sincerely apologetic, and he was so sweet.
I wonder, if you’re available, if I might buy you a drink?