One1:30thirty in the morning, its well past my bedtime on a thursday night. The Charm of this appealing evening has dwindled to a painstainkingly boring exodus of another predictable journey. But, before we leave...lets have have one final chat with two young lovely women...Meet Ms Rebekah and Ms Michelle. These two young beauties are very passionate about their desire to nurture children. Both aspire to become young educators...its what satisfies their appetite. The ladies have charisma and they are very magnetic with their stories and antedotes. Rebekah is shorter then Michelle with wavy light brown hair and, if I am not mistaken...almost greenish in tone, her eyes gazed straight to me. At one point, she lifted her shirt and showed me her belly (she also showed me her right ankle as well). A very friendly and chatty lady with a terrific smile. Michelle is tall, she appeared to be approximately FiveFoot5'8"Eight...or somewhere around there...her high heals make appear even taller. She has wonderfully straight long brown hair and bluish eyes...her sarcastic wit would occassionally lash its subtle intellect...like a whip, striking a bull...as if to perhaps provoke a response?or seduce a mind?its just who she is...a little angry...nonetheless, still humoring even if she may harbor a sadists heart. During the day, shes pushing pills to the many millions of Amerians whom are convinced that something is wrong and that they will find their cure from a pill box...everone has a problem and it needs to be fixed...if they want to be normal, or regular...whatever you want to call it...I say every one is unique and that they should embrace their own individual beauty. Rather then dim that allure, share it strong with the world...
The conversations were going great, along with seeing Rebekah's ankle I was shown Michelle's "arthritic Ballerina" left knee...My bill is in the mail girls! They were intrigued in our stories, they wanted to find out who we were and what we were running from...they wanted to know "our baggage"...they did share some of theirs (that would only be fair). Naturally, what would you think I would recommend to their request??? I obliged their requests even though the ladies had N9NE cats between the two of them...who am I to judge anyone!!! The evenig came to a close and Joe asked Michelle for her number. She grabs a napkin, pulls out her lipstick and jotts it down. She runs away. Rebekah bids us both a good night for this informal and spontenous double date...the girls disappear into the night..shortly thereafter becoming a distant memory. Joe unfolds the napkin...it reads Jennifer 555-BuzzOff
Perhaps, Next time buddy!
To Ms Michelle, it hit her like a wave of intuitive repulsion. She didn't know why (or maybe she did), she just knew to be cautious with Joe. Last night was not the right night, or for that matter...maybe no night will ever be right in her mind to be a friend of Joe's. Perhaps her amibitions sat elsewhere, her interests existed in some other form or dimension...who am I to say, nor is it my business to speculate. I have never been able to read people's minds...and if I could, I would never admit to it!
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