Wednesday, August 01, 2007
Sometimes when you're lonely and crawling home from the airport, the strangest things come your way.
I love the summer for its heat and perfect blue-eyed skies. But mainly I love the summer for its surprises. Because sometimes when I think that a fine little flirtation is dead in the water, it resurfaces to remind me of what I love about women. They are absolute tigers, soft and gentle and sweet one moment, and tearing your clothes off the next.
Ah. What a rush.