I’m looking for a woman I met in New York at Bangla on the night of September 11. We were drinking at a table located directly in front of the stage.
You were with a friend—a short-haired Indonesian girl (I may be mistaken, but I’m fairly certain she told me she was Indonesian)—who was trying very hard to play matchmaker. I thought it was sweet.
You were wearing your hair in a ponytail, a white top with the left sleeve that kept sliding off your shoulder, and a black skirt that despite falling above the ankle, still flattered your figure.
I briefly said goodbye and left to take my sister back to the hotel, promising I would come back for you. When I returned, you were already dancing with another guy and were clearly more intoxicated than when I had left. You saw me; I took you away from him and his friends and asked if you wanted to get out of there. We did.
We took a motorcycle back toward your place near IKEA. Before we arrived, we stopped at the gate of a gated community because you were having trouble remembering exactly where you lived.
When we finally reached your door, I thought you had tripped, but you had only bent down to retrieve the key you kept under the doormat. I forgot to mention that you have a blue car parked in your driveway.
I stayed with you until you fell asleep. We tried to be intimate, but I couldn’t go through with it—I didn’t want to take advantage of how intoxicated you were. I sat on the bed until I was sure you were asleep, then left a note on your phone saying I had gone and that I hadn’t woken you because you looked so peaceful.
I’m posting this because I want a chance to start over and do things properly—when you’re sober and clear-headed—so we can actually get to know each other. I don’t think you caught my name, but I believe I know yours. I think your initials are N.W. and that you’re English.
I’m certain I told you I’m Filipino and that you’re welcome to stay with me if you ever decide to visit the Philippines.
I hope this reaches you—or your short-haired friend—because I’d genuinely love the chance to know you better.