Friday!
Sometimes I think you don’t understand me at all. And then, you smile at me from across the room at a house party, riffing off something only we would find funny. The left corner of your mouth curved, the barest hint of teeth – it is such a small thing, but it holds me to you.
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Ah. Can I ever relate to THAT feeling. Hmmmmph.
Yup. Very well put.
Hey! Your 55er reminded me of this:
"At the party where we first met, you walked into the room – tall and slender - and I told myself – 'Wow! I wish that somebody would introduce us!'"
"Liar! You didn’t even look at me once all evening!"
"I did! I’m discreet."
"Discreet my foot! I always know when a man is looking at me!"
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Loved it!
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