today at work, i had a brief encounter with an attractive older woman.
she had to be in her mid-thirties or so, she ordered her overpriced coffee and sat at a nearby table with a friend of hers.
she kept looking over at me.
i know that it was me, because i was the only person around.
we caught eyes, i smiled, she smiled, and i, after just watching the graduate, became full of ideas, blushed, looked away and started wiping down the counter like a madman.
i wish it was like the graduate.
because then i'd have a sports car
and the attractive older lady would make the first move.
i would say "your trying to seduce mrs. robinson"
and she would laugh that laugh, and the plot would thicken.
but since this is not the graduate, and she wasnt anything like mrs. robinson, she was gone the next time i got the nerve to look over to her.
*sigh*
here's to you mrs. robinson
jesus (and i) love you more than you will know.
whoa whoa whoa
whoa whoa whoa
8:35 p.m. - 2004-04-19
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