"If you're a gifted flirt, talking about the price of eggs will do as well as any other subject."
-Mignon McLaughlin, The Neurotics Notebook, 1960
There I was, traveling a lonely road, as I went about my errands. Then HE entered my life. I met him at a red light, and as our eyes met, I knew he was trouble, but I didn't care. All it took was one look, and I could see his soul. "Hey good lookin," he said, "wanna nibble on my poppers?" He was hot, and so were his fries, and everything else he had that put my thighs in harms way. You see, I am just a weak willed woman after all, and he was convenient. All too soon he was gone from my life as fast as he had arrived. I will never forget that hot august day, with the handsome stranger. The big galoot!
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