The chance meeting of what could have been slips away... all that remains is the scent of memory dashing. Ever wonder what the other person is thinking when you have the momentary eye contact with a complete stranger? That's what this reminded of. Love the image.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Spot on Bill and the indecision that goes with it in fear of rejection or whatever and Yes if only w.. read moreSpot on Bill and the indecision that goes with it in fear of rejection or whatever and Yes if only we could read that initial contact thought process of the one in question! Would make dating easier lol. Thanks Bill
:) ............... every now and then i just have to buy a lotto ticket ..usually from our small tow.. read more:) ............... every now and then i just have to buy a lotto ticket ..usually from our small town gas station ... the proprietor told me, when i thought i should at least give it a go for the hundreds of millions piling up ... he said "Gene (that' my name ..Gene;) you can't win that much money ..you just can't handle it! " i laughed it was menat to be sarcasm and fun ... but i did take a step back and said "you know Mike (his name is Mike) i think your right ..keep that ticket" i'm not allowed to win the lottery either it seems :)))
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8 Years Ago
lol thank you Gene. What did the health inspector say when he got home Hygiene!
Isn't it always the way? A glimpse, a scent, a decision to connect, then whoosh, Houdini'd. Sometimes, you gotta just wonder if that perfect woman was a hope rather than a reality, or maybe we just have to run that bit faster to keep up. :)
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Even if its just out of curiosity lol its like whoosh never existed. Thank you Lorry
Strindberg said.
" When I come home and sit at my writing table, then I live.... I live, and I live in manifold fashion of all human beings. I depict; I am glad with the glad, wicked with the wicked,.. more..