St. Patrick's Day



You were driving east on Wellesley on St. Patrick's Day, in your awesomely
old beat up Tercel with the cracked windshield. I was driving my equally
old rattle trap, also with a cracked windshield. You edged by me on the
right, and when I saw your face, well, now I'm a believer. Sounds crazy
right? And besides I'm usually a tad bit shy, but hey, life is short. I've
really realized that lately (and my co-worker is making me do this). So who
knows? I'd be real shocked if it turned out you were single, and I'm only
3/4 of the way there myself. But I would like to tell you this. You are a
truly beautiful woman. And the fact that I can still recognize that beauty
makes me feel good. So thank you, for being your beautiful self, and for
sharing the road with me for a minute.

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