Hello there my pretty

Well hello there my pretty. How are you doing? You look mighty fine sitting there on that park bench, yapping away on your cell phone. I might like to meet ya.

Care to turn around? Wanna catch my eye? How about a wink? Or better yet, cup that phone and say hello. There is room on the bench, in this lunch hour, and maybe your life, for little ‘o me.


No, I didn’t think so. You’re too into that call for me. They have your attention, not I. Hell, who knows. Would you care about me if you weren’t on the phone?

Good then. I’ll just admire from afar. Enjoy your beauty in the day. More color than a flower, more activity than a tree, yet as inert as either.

2 Comments so far

  1. Tom Bridge (unregistered) on July 29th, 2005 @ 4:17 pm

    Dude. Creepy Stalker Vibe. Eep.

  2. wayan (unregistered) on July 29th, 2005 @ 4:49 pm

    Welcoem to the mind of the normal man, lost in a summertime, lunchtime fantasy.

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