Words of a Stranger

Waxing lyrical of the crappy details of my life and my views with a healthy dose of cynicism, sarcasm and everything you like about non-wholesome movies.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Opportunities are always dancing around; step one is to see the damn things.

Dancing with one of the Fuego Latinos... Hot.



It was coming. A little nods and smiles yesterday, more definite nods and smiles today. If we didn't start dancing soon it wasn't going to end. It was just one of those things; neither is seeking any kind of attention, but you know you're gonna have to do something about it or both feel a little bad and guilty.



But, man, was it the best idea ever.

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