Five of my good-dorky friends and I had dinner last night - it was a busy Sunday night. You were my server. You touched lightly on my arms. Ever since I was little I hated touching. However, I didn't hate it. I was just bit anxious. And I did/said dumb things the whole time. All I wanted to tell you is how beautiful you are [Just letting you know you are like a 20 out of 10].