Loving LA (kind of)

I feel the same way as this missed craigslist connection.

I was in love with you the moment I saw you. I remember vividly driving down PCH and seeing you out of the passenger window of the car, the way you looked at me, I knew that eventually we would somehow be together. Read on.

I remember my own fond post-work liasion with the above described. I had put my bikini on under my motorcycle gear and was commuting home from my Valley job on my motorcycle. The sun was setting, the air was moist and warm in my open face screen. I pulled over, pulled off the leathers and ran to splash and play in the orangepink light.

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