I was in the drive through at McDonalds yesterday. As I drove to the window to pick up my food, I felt an instant connection to the man handing me my "salad"
He was tall, gorgeous, Hispanic, with real prison tats and so well mannered. The way he said "Would you like Ketchup with that?" I knew he wanted me. In an instant, I wanted to jump on him and start humping his leg. But alas, I'll just wait till my next "salad" and hope we have the chance to meet again. This is what love feels like. I know it.
LB
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The fact that he asked if you wanted ketchup with your salad doesn't bother you?? Love or not, he doesn't seem like the sharpest crayon in the box to me. lol
ReplyDeleteAnd thanks for putting your initials in the titles. When I initially read this entry, I thought RS was coming out the closet!!
Nope. I'm as stright as an arrow. In fact... at the gym I find the girl with the phatest booty on the tredmill, get behind her and act like I'm chasing her! Hence, the great shape I'm in.
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