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We were parked in our cars, facing each other. You drove a gray Prius.
You had such thick, luscious curls draped down to your shoulders. You were reaching for something on the floor, and you looked a bit uncomfortable with the awkward stretch against the dashboard, and I didn't really want to stare. Should we have locked eyes in that moment?
In no time, you got out, and you had this shockingly thin waist. With your poise, on a cooler day I could imagine seeing you in a 50's dress that hugged your abdomen and flared out at the hips. Your upright, dancing quality of a Grecian pose was anachronistic, transcending the bleakness of that wide expanse of a parking lot and the hoary, heavy sky.
And that stance was so confident, so independent, steadfast, self-assured. No mundane inconvenience from the drive was going to stop you from enjoying the weekend. And of course you don't need a man...
But if you'd like to meet one up here, perhaps someone a bit too enamored with you today, yet someone who'll make sure you enjoy more than just a weekend, let me know.
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