He crept along the road in his 90s painter pants and leather jacket from the Elvis era. It was Saturday at pre dusk in the winter. His silver rimmed glasses aged him 10 years and the style backdated him to the leather jacket Cretaceous period. Minus the 4 eyes, he could come across as good looking but he needed Versace pumps to make up for the height deficit like a stylish Italian boot wedged but not feminine.
to be continued
This blog is about my struggles and redemption. There are tales of interpersonal conflict with men who I have dated. I would like to elevate the blog to healing and redemption, tools I have learned in my 12 step meeting.
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