Former NYCer now living in Kentucky. 15 years in NYC has left him with a sharp tongue and a slightly jaded soul. Now taking the time to enjoy a slower pace of life, a good bourbon, and finding himself all over again.
Wednesday, June 05, 2002
I have a problem. I can never tell when men are flirting with me (or even cruising me for that matter). I was outside a few minutes ago and I was checking my messages on my cell phone praying that someone will have called me for an interview or a job or something. That's when this guy walks by me and almost runs into a bench because he's staring at me. He grins at me when I notice his blunder and he walks off very red in the face. I'm left to wonder if my fly is open (which it wasn't) or if I was talking to loud of my phone or what. Sigh...life sucks sometimes...
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