Friday, June the 15th, 2007

It doesn’t happen often. In fact, I only recall it ever happening one other time in my life; when it got me into hot water.

I’m talking about a circumstance where you’re sitting there, earnestly talking to someone when suddenly, awkwardly, you truncate your sentence mid-syllable and stare absently. The most breath-taking creature you’ve ever seen just walked-by, and you’re immediately lost, staring agape; stuttering like Porky Pig. And not in the least concerned that you are.

This is the first time I’ve seen her in a skirt. That form-hugging, navy-blue skirt. Goodness was she captivating.

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