Ed note: I forgot to mention, while in Astoria I did stay at an Airbnb place. I didn’t want you to think I was totally failing on my mission.
So, it is off to the races, again. Still using my new poet super powers, which I don’t do anymore, I took relevant info out of profiles and wrote them something original. The following are all to different ladies.
Now those are twinkling eyes. Don't they belong in the sky? Don't they belong in a vault? They make my heart somersault.
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Did you see the full moon last night? It was up early. Was it excited to get to work? Or was it as excited as I am to see you? She was dressed up in a wispy, vermilion number. Quite lovely really. I just had to stop and stare. Was it really just for me? Even though the whole world was there. Moods and phases. Waxing and waning. There is a lot That needs explaining.
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Sandra, Ok, I'll acknowledge you are sending me flirts. That is not the way to get my attention. I have a very active and imaginative brain. I also have a pretty active and in shape body. I am not so shallow as to be an ordinary skirt chaser. I am expensive. I need you to excite me. In exchange, I can excite you. Well, I would try. Failing that means we aren't compatible. I'm an easy man to please, if you have the tools.
Ok, now before you get all upset at me sending this you need to understand the situation. I was in this weird communication loop. I would send her a message and her only reply was a “wink” or “flirt”. I kept asking her to actually type or call or meet. My patience wore out. She didn’t reply.
Tonight was built upon Every moment preceding. Remember hard times won, Early pain receding. Show the world your sun, Absolute joy exceeding.
From History#5 do we all remember an Acrostic? I enjoy the challenge. I have a feeling that I have another one laying around, but I can’t seem to find it.
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