Met you in the middle of Central Saturday night. Was taken aback by such a beauty striking up a conversation with me. All I was able to do was share a mini-cupcake, which you said were your favorite. Truly regret not talking longer and properly introducing myself, would love to remedy that. I’ll even toss in a few more cupcakes to sweeten the deal.
Ménage à Frontier
You: The free-range unshaven chick with the half-dread/half-dead coif who mouthed "threesome" at me and my best gal while ordering at the Frontier … I’ll give you a call just as soon as I finish sucking all the crap out of this electric eel’s ass, because that sounds just as fun and appealing as what you suggested. Thanks for ruining the fantasy for me.
Like a ship in the night
Those lovely shorts, that classic hat. You look right through me, purposeful and determined, your journeys taking you across town. Over the bridge, across the CNM campus, past my quiet lunch. Don Schrader, you brighten my day.
Juan Tabo Bus
On Thursday, September 22 you rode up on your bike to catch the bus at Juan Tabo and Lomas, heading to CNM North for a class. You thought you’d just missed the bus. We talked for 10 minutes or so before the bus arrived. You’re very sweet, and I can’t help myself from thinking about you every day since that afternoon. I know this is a long shot, but if you read this, get in touch. I’d like to talk with you some more.