We had a moment...

We had a moment.

Just as my Honda impacted your grocery cart. It was intense. I mean both the moment and the impact. I can say this with certainty because of the ambulance. 

But make no mistake, in that slow motion period, when tragedy is unfolding, our eyes met. A connection was made, and my heart leapt for you and for my CD collection that was flying from the back seat. 

Would love to see you again, preferably under better circumstances. I couldn’t stick around with the police and all. Suspended license...you know how the cops are these days, geesh.

I love you and the tenacity with which you held onto that cart as it, and by extension you, sailed thru the air. Your purse was like a cape.

My grocery cart wonder women. Except of course, unlike wonder women you appear to have extensive internal injuries. Yea. so.

Hit me up!

N.

Thank you Metro sewer Dept...

You were standing at the bus stop early this morning. The rain had let up a bit. You looked so cute with your matching umbrella. You are just the kind of girl I want to be seen with.

Too bad my defroster doesn't work. My windshield was all fogged up and I had to basically sit in the passenger seat to see and drive.

That's why I didn't see the puddle. More like a small lake actually. I hit it pretty fast being fixated on how I would look standing next to you.

You were drenched in an instant and began to cuss at me. You are SO sexy when you are mad. I regret not stopping and wiping the now running mascara from your face.

I know how bad you want me just by the way you launched your umbrella across the street but if you want to get on this Noah's ark baby, you are going to have to dry off and fix that makeup.

Narcissus

Saw you in my rear view mirror, remember?

OMFG!! there you were, right behind me, just as my favorite Depeche Mode song
came on my car radio.

You pulled up behind me. Remember me? True, my honda billows smoke like a rubber town fire AND my windows are tinted AND you were doing your makeup....

But I felt this connection. Like when I used to put those fireworks "snaps" in my mouth with the other 5th graders and "pop" them. I know I know, I was in 8th grade at the time but those kids, they got me. You get me. Don't you see? I want you because your the right girl for my image.


The way you applied lipstick made me drop the clutch and the engine backfired, which is quite a feat given its an automatic.

I can't wait till my friends see me with you.

That Papa Johns magnet I flung at your trunk as you wizzed by has my number on it. No, It's the Papa Johns number. Crunch them digits speed racer. Be sure and wait for the daily special message to end.

Order me up baby girl,
Narcissus