The other night I thought I came across a special lady. I was walking by, minding my own business, when I sensed she was near. I looked up to see someone, whom I could only suspect was her; I shouted an excited hello and got an even greater response. Then I was left to myself wondering if I should have stopped to talk to her.
I went back looking for her and every lovely young lady reminded me of her. Unfortunately, I couldn’t get close enough to visually confirm I actually found her again. Sucks to be somewhat blind.
I loved to talk to her, but I love more to know what I should talk to her about. Maybe it is better I just be nice to her. Agh, so frustrating.
Posted by Michael at March 11, 2004 04:43 PM