
I Saw You....
The first time I saw you was at the park. We agreed to meet. You drove up in something that can only be called a "man's truck". And I smiled to myself because it was a ford. I shook my head and thought, it figures. I was wearing my jeans, black boots, and my knock'em dead red shirt. You were a giant in cowboy boots and a wild mop of blonde hair. I caught my breath and tried to slow my heart. Our plans drastically changed due to an interruption. So you sat at a picnic table and watched me. I could feel your eyes noticing my every move. I loved that feeling. We had the briefest conversation. Me apologizing for the interruption and lack of privacy. You telling me you understood. You stayed and watched as long as you could. My heart dropped when I felt and then saw you leave. I told myself it was just as well it happened. You were not what I wanted. I told myself that over and over, but somewhere inside, I knew it would not be that easy.
6 comments:
admit it.....you miss that Ford.
Oso, I have many wonderful memories of that truck, despite that it was a ford. It was you that made them that way, not the nasty blue spot on the bumper. S
the blue spot..was covered by a black bra....my favorite by the way.
You prefer the truck's bra to mine? Damn, I'm loosing my touch. S
your headlights are more fun.
Big smile. Well I'm glad that there is something about me that has your attention. Black hu? I think I can find something in my drawer to make up for it. Hurry. Come to me. S
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