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Oh Happy Day
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Oh Happy Day My p.t.c. (platonic traveling companion) asked me to bring a pizza to the club where she was working tonight. While we were talking a couple came in, a short dark and otherwise nondescript guy accompanied by a knockout of a blonde. Unless I'm mistaken, the blonde and I caught each other's eye. "She gave me a big fat juicy smile," I told my p.t.c. "Dream on," she replied. However it could not have escaped my p.t.c.'s attention that the blonde contrived to head to the porch for a smoke, alone, at the very time I was throwing on my coat to leave. She seemed to be having a devil of a time finding her lighter, so I brought out a book of matches, on which I ended up inscribing my web address, email, and phone number, inquiring first of course to be sure I wasn't being out of line there. So, in short, we exchanged e-mails and I gave her my phone number and she in turn gave me a peck on the cheek goodnight. She's a model. This was just the capper to what was surely the best Valentine's Day weekend ever. "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson |
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Maybe not too outlandish for some, but yeah, for me lately this passes as a good night. (This kind of thing doesn't happen to me too often. In fact, the last one ended up going off with some other guy at the end of the night because he had pot.) "Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." - Ralph Waldo Emerson
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