T’was Wednesday morning, I in my bright blue coat, no doubt looking grumpy. You no doubt looked super handsome and pleasant.
We met in the hallway of the condo/apartment building. You had your arms full with bags and backpack. Yet it didnt look like you were struggling or fumbling with the bags. I assume from this that you are strong, on top of being handsome. You kindly opened and held each door for me.
When we finally reached the front door of the condo/apartment building you said “Have a nice day”. I may have mumbled something back in my week long sleep deprived state. I wish dear stranger that I could of replied in a much more cheer-y tone. I also wish I stole a few more glances at your handsome face, but I am sure you see me blushing like a silly school girl. I wanted to run my hands through that sexy tousled hair of yours, but obviously managed to refrain myself ;).
I want you to know that your kind gesture and genuine words, made my craptastic week a little better. Its the simple things that count, but are often uncounted for. I know not where you travel to, but I wish you safe travels. —Player… Of Hair
This article appears in Apr 19-25, 2012.
This too longgggggggggg.
Grrr.