Predate this thingie to May 13th. (Just playing a little catch up today...)
Glad I went to the wedding. Good for you, Scott and Alison. And it was great to see Jini and Heather again, as well as Randy and Saren.
And.
Asia.
The Oh-My-God-Gorgeous-And-Awesome-Pol.
She was beautiful. Just taking to her. Amazing. She was the kind of girl whom I would never run out of things to say. Anything and everything, the words just spilled out. The last person like that as, well, Alison. I could gaze into her eyes for the rest of my life if I had the chance. Perfect brown eyes, the kind that actually make you all giddy like a schoolgirl. And her smile. Was perfect. I melted. Even her fucking hair was gorgeous. Short, tightly curled brown locks. She literally knocked me off my feet. The way I caught her eyes from across the courtyard. She looked right at me and I swear she smiled. I know I did. Then she came over, and we talked till she had to leave. She was cold. I wished I had something to offer, but it would have been really weird had I offered her my shoes. Yeah. No.
She did ask for a pen, and wrote her email address on the back or her business card before she took off. Now I just wait for a response to my message.
Fucking MySpace. Hers says she's "In a relationship".
Oh well, at least this whole thing has planted the seed for me to get out of good ole San Jo and maybe try a life down in Southern Cali.
Fuck.
Glad I went to the wedding. Good for you, Scott and Alison. And it was great to see Jini and Heather again, as well as Randy and Saren.
And.
Asia.
The Oh-My-God-Gorgeous-And-Awesome-Pol.
She was beautiful. Just taking to her. Amazing. She was the kind of girl whom I would never run out of things to say. Anything and everything, the words just spilled out. The last person like that as, well, Alison. I could gaze into her eyes for the rest of my life if I had the chance. Perfect brown eyes, the kind that actually make you all giddy like a schoolgirl. And her smile. Was perfect. I melted. Even her fucking hair was gorgeous. Short, tightly curled brown locks. She literally knocked me off my feet. The way I caught her eyes from across the courtyard. She looked right at me and I swear she smiled. I know I did. Then she came over, and we talked till she had to leave. She was cold. I wished I had something to offer, but it would have been really weird had I offered her my shoes. Yeah. No.
She did ask for a pen, and wrote her email address on the back or her business card before she took off. Now I just wait for a response to my message.
Fucking MySpace. Hers says she's "In a relationship".
Oh well, at least this whole thing has planted the seed for me to get out of good ole San Jo and maybe try a life down in Southern Cali.
Fuck.