6 foot 2 above sea level...hairy face and head...upper
teeth=perfect...lower teeth=horrific...nice hands...badly
scarred right knee...light sleeper...
Who I Want to Meet:
Your Mary-Lou Retton shape and wedge of hair make me
burn...my thoughts drift over every supple inch of your
alabaster skin...I want to break you out of this
fishbowl...spirit you away from the Wives of Duluth...Is
Today not the day?...As I lean close to your chipmunk's
face, I swim in your hot breath...only to exhale, "Couric".
Aaron is one smart chap. And he likes
good music. Aaron, I have to admit, I
feel like I hardly know you cause our
alliance was so short-lived!! One
thing is for sure - I do wish you
still lived in NYC! I hope to see you
and your new family soon!
There's something about this man's
animal magnetism that makes a girl
wanna drive cross country with him,
run off together and elope in Jamaica -
- hell, even have his baby!
I could spend long afternoons watching
French films with Aaron -- yea!
subtitles again! -- and running my
fingers through his beard. Oh la
vache!
There's only one thing Aaron likes more
than beer, and that's when it comes
straight from the corporate teat. I
have little basis for this comment, but
I have no reason to suspect it's false.
Aaron is great at everything he
does--being a friend, husband, dad,
brother, son, coworker, employee...
and what's not to love? He can dance
a mean bhangra, recite the lyrics to
Paul Revere, and pull perfect pop
culture references out of nowhere--
all at the same time. Aaron is the true
PostModern Renaissance Man.
can't be all that pretty, when all of
New York City misses you! -a msg of
love from PS
SPIRIT FINGERS!! these are GOLD!!
good music. Aaron, I have to admit, I
feel like I hardly know you cause our
alliance was so short-lived!! One
thing is for sure - I do wish you
still lived in NYC! I hope to see you
and your new family soon!
He says "Hey youth, here's the truth!
Better start wearing bulletproof."
animal magnetism that makes a girl
wanna drive cross country with him,
run off together and elope in Jamaica -
- hell, even have his baby!
I could spend long afternoons watching
French films with Aaron -- yea!
subtitles again! -- and running my
fingers through his beard. Oh la
vache!
serve you up, just fine.
than beer, and that's when it comes
straight from the corporate teat. I
have little basis for this comment, but
I have no reason to suspect it's false.
does--being a friend, husband, dad,
brother, son, coworker, employee...
and what's not to love? He can dance
a mean bhangra, recite the lyrics to
Paul Revere, and pull perfect pop
culture references out of nowhere--
all at the same time. Aaron is the true
PostModern Renaissance Man.