Dear Beautiful Men of this vast city,
You are torturing me! How am I supposed to concentrate on pleasing you with whimsical conversation and excellent service when you are so busy gazing at me with your deep mysterious eyes? Don't try to play dumb now... Coming in flashing your pearly whites, biting your lip and pretty much screwing me with your eyes. At least once a day, you make sure that I stumble over my words, lose my concentration or make sure that I get lost in your charming eyes & smile. You seem to always make sure that the standard "Have a nice day!" becomes personal with flirtatious body language. I am onto you and your cruel games! I hope that one day we'll be able to move past this tension and flourish into who knows... drinks and a walk in the park maybe? But until then I guess there's nothing more for me to except bat my lashes and say "See ya tomorrow!"
hugs + kisses
Following Rabbits
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