- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Melanie
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I walked in and caught her smiling.
She was color coordinated in a denim pink skirt, a pink shirt and jacket, pink teardrop earrings, and accessorized.
I stayed way past my welcome, or so I thought... But she kept talking to me.
Her friendliness was my downfall. That and the fact that she's married.
She hyphenated her last name.
*swoon*
She told me about her desire to study humanitarian law, how she felt that people in other countries were being taken advantage of. I told her about going to see Jane Goodall.
We talked about Legos, adding machines, and DOS
I loved her glasses.
She is a troublemaker. I can tell.
Why are all the good ones taken?
- COMMENTS
KOLKOREabout 16 years agoYea Yea Yea She was your down fall... not quite yet...but you can be sure(or so you wish) that both of you feel the tension in the air. You realize she could be just enjoying the game and the flirting and you would very likely find your self alone in your bachlerhood apatment wondering about her glasses, and perhaps her lucky husband. Well, maybe it's not such a bad investment of time after all seeing how the stock market is doing and the economy is not exactly booming. but perhaps a singles bar? It felt like a chanson of sorts, light bitter sweet with this se- la- vie approach typical to the Frensh.
