6/2/2023 0 Comments Meet cute diary audiobook![]() My knees don't buckle, my heart doesn't skip, but I'm awash in the warmth of a valium-like hug. They're straining to define a feeling of stunning comfort that drips over me, as if a water balloon burst over my head on the hottest of summer days. I don't understand them, these words, because they seem too deep and too soulful to attach to the Farmers Market, this Starbucks or that, a frozen yogurt place, or confusion over where to meet a stranger. ![]() And when I round the last stall-someone selling enormous eggplants, more round than oblong, I see him, casually leaning against a wall, and something inside my body says there you are. I thin about canceling, or at least delaying so I can go home and change, but the effort that would require is unappealing, and this date is mostly for distraction. ![]() They're rolled at the cuff and paired with a navy polo and it looks like maybe I just yacht my yacht, and I'm certain to come off as an asshole. Really? Sometimes I don't know what I'm thinking. And the place is packed and there's still the uncertainty about where to meet when I look down and realize I'm wearing yellow pants. ![]() “I weave through LA's famous Farmers Market, which is really more of an outdoor food court, and now I'm a few minutes late. ![]()
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