Date: 2008-11-30, 3:19PM EST
i was leaving the gym as you were headed in (about 2pm)
you: taller than i am, dark hair, red Coney Island tee shirt. possibly the hottest guy i have ever seen me: 5'11, dark brown hair, brown jacket, rushing out the door
if there is a chance your the type of person that reads these things any of it sounds familiar shoot me an email.
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I am the type of person who reads these things.
That Saturday I had worn my "I Survived the Coney Island Cyclone" T-shirt that I had slept in the night before. A constellation of red splotches formed a mini-dipper across the right side of my face. (The effort to pop some pimples had left me worse off.) My hair looked good. I had gone to bed with Khiel's Drawing Paste on my forehead and the residue that got into my hair and made it look thicker.
When I shared the posting with my husband Mark, I pointed out that I am "possibly the hottest guy (this guy had) ever seen."
"I know that already. Why do you think I married you?"
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