Last night I unexpectedly had one.
Off from work at 10pm -- Wal Mart, with a short list.
In the pets' aisle, by the kitty litter: I encounter this very intelligent, very attractive man who, like me, has a variety of interests and he's a talker.
(I know him -- slightly -- to say Hello to...)
We go from His New Puppy to
He's So Busy, He Eats But Keeps Losing Weight Anyway, to
War In Iraq, to
World War II --
strategies; secrets; Pearl Harbor
Joseph P. Kennedy's dreadful "Let's appease this hitler-dude -- let him have Czechoslovakia, already...!" moment --
Afghanistan effort --
dogs' names --
cats' names --
...and, at the end, "Nice talking to you!"
and he said, "Nice talking to you!"
... I didn't go in there for Conversation, but I take Life's gifts when they are given.
Thank -- you.
And by the way this guy is more handsome than Benjamin Bratt and -- I don't know -- trying to think of other Latino men...anyway -- beautiful person to look at.
Not available; married, but -- you know -- that's like being in a museum.
You cannot take the Renoir home;
but you can certainly
admire, and
enjoy.
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