#173 Just a Breezy Day
The first time I saw her was when her hair was blowing back behind her face. She wasn't running; just a breezy day. I remember wondering how long her hair was, and if it would reach the small of her back or her butt. I wondered if she sat on it.
Did I ask her out? Nah. That would've been too cool, too much like somebody who wasn't me. Instead I just watched and waited and hoped the wind would stop blowing so I could imagine what she looked like at a chair. It never did. Instead I left disappointed.
—2009-10-28 15:26:44
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