Missing The, Or Making A, Point
18 November 2009 at 4:59 pm
One time, when I was in France, an old Frenchmen whispered pearls of wisdom into my ear while stroking my back with his thumb, his hand leaning on the back of my chair. They may have been perverted intimations. Or he may have been trying to set me up with the bartender. I'm not really sure; I don't speak French.
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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.