Posted to craigslist Louisville missed encounters May 30, 2012...
That's right. Nothing says steamy erotica like the turn lane next to a Swifty gas station. You know the 10-20 baby doll. You were in the turning lane. Blue car. Looked like you were giving head to the driver from the passenger seat.
But deep down I knew you were thinking of me. How could you not be? I was in the red honda in the next lane over. I know you heard my timing belt squeek loudly when my car stalled because your head came up quickly. You wiped your mouth and I knew you were the one.
I would have rolled the window down and passed you my pager number but my window is broke girl. Damn the gods for that. How can I go on???
No really, I mean I broke down 40 feet later and I'm not sure how I will get to my job at DQ down the street.
I miss you my sweet turn lane knob jobber.
Your prince charming,
Narcissus.
That's right. Nothing says steamy erotica like the turn lane next to a Swifty gas station. You know the 10-20 baby doll. You were in the turning lane. Blue car. Looked like you were giving head to the driver from the passenger seat.
But deep down I knew you were thinking of me. How could you not be? I was in the red honda in the next lane over. I know you heard my timing belt squeek loudly when my car stalled because your head came up quickly. You wiped your mouth and I knew you were the one.
I would have rolled the window down and passed you my pager number but my window is broke girl. Damn the gods for that. How can I go on???
No really, I mean I broke down 40 feet later and I'm not sure how I will get to my job at DQ down the street.
I miss you my sweet turn lane knob jobber.
Your prince charming,
Narcissus.
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