I had a summer fling with a really cute guy, waaay outta my league normally. Tall, with longish black curly hair, very intelligent. He was kinda a hippie Deadhead. He hung around with a girl who used to come over to the house off Clairmont, actually. He was about to go off to grad school in Minnesota.
He and I were having a beer in a bar on Southside (the Oasis--it's still there, I think), when the "girl-who-has-everything" walked in. Her parents owned a horse farm, she was thin and olive-complected, with long black curly hair, she had a convertible volkswagen--the exact opposite of me. (They actually would have made a striking couple)
She took one look at my date and her eyes got big and even though I can't lip-read worth a cr@p, I could tell she said to her friend, "He's cute."
I squeezed his arm and leaned my head on his shoulder like, "Yeah, he's with me." ![Very Happy :D](./images/smilies/icon_biggrin.gif)
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