I have fallen head over heels in love with Pizza Dude. Pizza Dude smells of spicy sausage and underachievement. When he asks, "Do you need anything else Ma'am?", I want to answer "Yes. A healthy nutritious meal filled with warm loving abeyance, candle light and soft upbeat music. Perferably in the company of a well groomed reasonably intelligent adult (male) in possession on a sense of humor and selflessness."
But when I answer, "No, I'm good.", Pizza Dude just grabs my cash and slams the door on me.
The river of tears I cry leave my sauced face splotchy. I never get the chance to tell him goodbye.
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At first I loved the toll booth lady. She had a lovely smile that greeted me each day.
Then I loved the tree guys, one of whom lived across the street. Every morning they'd load up the truck just as I was pulling out. I got to admire their fit bodies and bask in their warm smiles and cheery waves as I drove by. A couple of them were brothers.
Now I don't go through the toll booth anymore, and the tree guys have moved.
My mornings are a desert.
Have heart Rose. If you are anything like me, love will find you again very soon.
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