Afternoon, Caz. Good luck on your writing!
You understand, don't you?
Afternoon, Dugh, Mum, and Thistle. Hope your head feels better. *scratches for Thistle*
Hey, Albert.
I saw a very cute young man at the library today. He wore black suede moccasins, black bib overalls, and a pinstriped hoodie. The straps of the overalls went down to his waistline, and he had the hoodie tied into a knot at the back, showing off his lower back. No "stamp", fortunately, but there was a tattoo on his right arm. I didn't get a sufficient glimpse to see the subject of the ink. Black nail polish on his fingers, Swarovski crystal studs in his ears, and his hair was done in an undercut with bangs swept to the right side of his face. Blonde, probably a bleach-job, with a clean-shaven face. Sadly, his eyes were covered by dark sunglasses with square lenses. I'm hoping they were green, though. He was very tall with a lean frame, but his hips were pleasantly round. I thought the exposed midriff was bold, even for a town as laid-back as Traverse City. Which is what drew my eyes to the rest of him. He was probably around my age. I wanted to get his phone number, just to add him to my circle of friends, but lost track of him on the second floor. I'm sure a few of you can appreciate this story.