Bloglander

I saw you at the Marquee, it was a cold mid November night. I was drunk as
were you. We danced, talked and your friend convinced you to give me your
number. Seven months later, I am so happy that the girl I mention is still
in my life, and looks just as good as she did on you first date, at
Starbucks, as she wore bright red boots and a homeless persons sweater.
Sorry sweetie, had to throw that in.