I've wondered about you. . . quite A LOT. Yes, it's rather strange. I saw you standing there, putting chapstick on your lips. It was the very same time I reached into my 'cross the shoulder bag and pulled out my natural pink-color enhancing lip gloss to apply to my lips. Were you being my copy cat?
. . . then you shot me the love sign. I'm kidding, that's how I like to make the story go. You really did your British/aw shucks head nod to me. I smirked and sunk down in my seat. Yep, I remember that moment.
wa-wa-wa-women, men, ideas, clothes, gossip, stories, farts, untactfulness, stream of consciousness, randomness. . . from a Texas gal who dreams of being a seashore girl in Costa Rica.
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