Two nights ago at a party, I met a painter from New Mexico. He was 6'4" and about as sweet and sexy as they come. I was attracted to him, he was a master flirt but it was his intelligence that got me. He told me I was beautiful but the way he looked into my eyes, I could tell he was responding to who I was. We planned to meet outside; he was going to kiss me. I didn't go. Tonight I wish I had.
2 comments:
ohhhhhh my!!! and you DIDN'T BECAUSE.....???????
I hope the film was successfull...we KNOW YOU SURELY ARE!!!
welcome back!
I didn't because I'm a fool.
Thanks Dina.
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