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29 Mart 2023, 17:32
I'd "kidnap" you for the day. You'd grin and come willingly; that defeats the purpose of "kidnapping", doesn't it?
The day would pass quickly, as we enjoyed conversation and one another's company. Our interests match, and you wile me with your gentle voice and amazing sense of humor. We discuss Shakespeare and poetry, long walks on the beaches of the East Coast, and our favorite movies. You're single, you emphasize, and I simply nod in agreement.
We find our way to a nice restaurant for dinner, some place near your hotel for tonight. You can't be gone for too, too long; the band members start to worry.
"They'll think I was kidnapped by some crazed groupie," you laugh.
You brown eyes are so dark, so enchanting. I lose myself in them every time you smile.
We eat and talk, talk and eat. I cannot believe I've just spent an entire day in your presence. Not because I feel you're some rockstar god that is infallibly, magically wonderful; but because you're a normal human being; a simple man; someone I feel I could call a friend.
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"Sure," I grin. "I'd love to."
We walk back to the hotel through the bustling city. Shops are still open, passersby everywhere. No teenagers, thank God, to swarm you and turn our evening into a spontaneous Meet
The day would pass quickly, as we enjoyed conversation and one another's company. Our interests match, and you wile me with your gentle voice and amazing sense of humor. We discuss Shakespeare and poetry, long walks on the beaches of the East Coast, and our favorite movies. You're single, you emphasize, and I simply nod in agreement.
We find our way to a nice restaurant for dinner, some place near your hotel for tonight. You can't be gone for too, too long; the band members start to worry.
"They'll think I was kidnapped by some crazed groupie," you laugh.
You brown eyes are so dark, so enchanting. I lose myself in them every time you smile.
We eat and talk, talk and eat. I cannot believe I've just spent an entire day in your presence. Not because I feel you're some rockstar god that is infallibly, magically wonderful; but because you're a normal human being; a simple man; someone I feel I could call a friend.
"You want to come back and meet the guys?" you ask innocently. Some might have a secondary motives in asking such beşevler escort (http://kadinguzelligi.com/ad-category/besevler-escort/) a question, you do not.
"Sure," I grin. "I'd love to."
We walk back to the hotel through the bustling city. Shops are still open, passersby everywhere. No teenagers, thank God, to swarm you and turn our evening into a spontaneous Meet