to that soda area manager....Steven..just want to let you know..you're cute. if somebody knows him, just let him know...We passed on Bogart St., both wearing yellow shirts and exchanging sweet smiles. You may have been smiling at the words on my shirt, but nonetheless I wish we had exchanged some words of our own. Hey...I used to know a guy that would come over to my apartment and play with my body while I pretended to be asleep. It was his fantasy, but I also thought it was really hot. I believe he got married and moved away, but if you are still out there, get in touch with me. Would love to do it again. Or if anyone else wants to try this...or maybe I can try it on you...get in touch with me. No judgements. I'm a good looking masculine muscular divorced greek/italian guy. You were shopping wearing a Blue Jumper, dark hair. I know you married I seen the ring on your finger you got into a gray Honda. Just wanted to say I thought you were beautiful. I could not get you out of my head all day. We were riding downtown this morning on the A train. You were wearing a (Harvard?) t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. When you got on the train, you stood close enough to me to bump my leg a couple of times...and then someone moved and you sat down close enough to rub up against my knee all the way to 14th Street. You're unbelievably cute and I was bummed that you left before I could give you my number. Jack from Manhattan, wondering about the Meso Creso song - It was so nice to meet you and I wish we'd actually gotten time to talk more, but I wanted to put this out there for you. You asked what the song was that I led the group to sing, and you seemed to want to know more about it, so this is for you. It's called "Be Like Him," in English. It is a South African worship song, and you can search for it by typing in Kwabona kala thina so fananaye. And if you look it up, the Kirk Franklin version is amazing. It's actually 3 part harmony plus clapping, stomping and soloists, hollering, etc. I'm the boy in the yellow shirt standing by the water who followed his instincts to the edge of the falls and fell in love with the ambient chatter and soft pitter patter of your gentle beat. I was standing by the water when i lost my quiver from an indian giver and in less than an hour i became a flower disappearing into the landscape
