Saturday, March 24, 2007

What friends are for

When contemplating contacting a man I met while in Sedona, I hesitate because I don't want to feel like a desperate, middle-aged woman who's hunting down a 34-year-old hunk that gave her some attention one night at a party.

Tai's response: "Let's look at it this way: 34-year-old kinda hunky guy who lives in bumfuck Southwest, has the great good luck to meet incredible, gorgeous, funny, artistic, accomplished, available New York woman who decides to waste a little of her time flirting with him. He should fall on his knees and thank heaven above!"

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm NOT 34 any more ...

But I would, as Tai says - simply fall to my knees and cry out: "Thank you GOD !!!" if it were to happen to me ...

I wish it would ...