There’s always a favourite. It could be argued with complete conviction that every guy has his favourite girl and every girl has her favourite guy. As of late I have had to go grocery shopping on an almost daily basis. During these hellish excursions I found my eyes wandering to a beauty who was always around when I just happemed to be walking by. To my delight I had noticed she could not tear her gaze from mine. Hitherto the oppurtunity to converse with her had not presented itself, that is until today.
One thing I would fear would being an old geriatric in a wheelchair in a nursing home staring out the window at the freshly mown grass bedashed by rain, one thought cicrcling through that fucking geriatrc brain namely – the girls I could of had when I was younger but I didn’t take actiion, I would fear such a scenario ( unfortunately due to an unexpected phonecall I have to call time on this story just as I was getting into it, I shall continue at a later stage)