i almost approached you. but these days you always have to be careful. which you weren't, because you were backed up against a brick wall, too close to the corner to make a quick getaway.
the black leather jacket you were wearing looked like it may have been from a thrift store, but i'd like to think you've just been a leather jacket kind of woman for awhile now. i couldn't tell what book you were reading, but i love a girl who reads standing up, even though it was nearly dusk. to be honest, i was hoping you'd come upon some funny passage, that the author would be gracious enough to let me see you smile.
your face is too pretty to have all that hair falling in front of it.
anyway, i'm sorry i didn't say hi. i wish a good, non-creepy pick up line existed so i could know your name. but i'm a little too tall and my hair wasn't quite clean, and it wasn't exactly daylight when i saw you.
what i'm trying to say is, you look like the kind of girl who'd mace the hell out of a guy like me.
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
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i think this is in the running to be my favorite of yours. certainly.
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