ricaomjun
That night I dreamed that I had a date. Short stature, light hair and eyes, legs and arms that weren't thin, and a waist that took several seconds of my full attention. Anyone who knows me knows that this is not the description of the woman of my fantasies, but even so, I wanted to be there, with her, with us, as if that was all I wanted that night. There were toasts, long laughs, short laughs, shy smiles, good stories, beautiful questions and, as cannot be missed on any date, some daydreams. Now I'm here having lunch, listening to some music she said she liked, and trying to decide if I liked Batman's intelligence, how much we look alike, his shyness, his waist, or his tattoo more.
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