I have a first date tomorrow evening. I am so in love with the excitement of first dates. Especially when they go well. It's like making some great discovery of something that no one else knows exists. Unfortunately, I've yet to find some one that has maintained my interest for more than two or three dates. I'm holding out hope though. Tomorrow could be different. Maybe, baby.
Screw poetry, it’s you I want, your taste, rain on you, mouth on your skin. MARGARET ATWOOD