cookies, delicious, hard and brown on the outside and soft sweet and fluffy on the inside.
As the conversation continued, I was distracted by a familiar vehicle. Whenever you go on one of these “so-called dates,” remember to tell one of your friends, where you are going, with whom you are meeting and what you are planning to do. I couldn’t place the car at first, because after all, I was deep into my “You Big Chief, Me Squaw fantasy!” As the car continued to go round and round and round me, my fantasy was replaced by visions of wagons pulled into a circle, surrounded by attacking Indians. My so-called coffee date had turned into a three hour pow-wow and Lisa, was apparently getting worried. She later told me she had visions of my head pierced by a tomahawk. I had visions of being pierced by another hard object and I’ll leave that to your imagination, but Lisa would have been really upset had I taken the lid off the cookie jar. (NTR: In my own defense, she was with a complete stranger! Although, he did look pretty HOT from the back view as I drove by, but by the third time around I glimpsed the “shit eating grin” on her face and left promptly, thinking I hadn’t been discovered...L). However, I was completely safe. Not only was this guy really attractive, but; he was genuinely intelligent, personable and just plain nice.
Alas, Pure Heart was too nice for me. Not only was he a veteran himself, having served in Viet Nam, but, he was an activist for better treatment of Veterans. He donated his spare time to visiting them at the VA hospital, and listening to their stories, no matter how crazy they sounded. He genuinely cared about them. It was his true nature to give away most of his possessions to people who needed things, and he cared nothing of the material world. As I sat there, in my designer jeans with my freshly pedi-cured toes and newly acquired Goddess sandals, I realized this was not meant to be. A mental picture of his apartment slowly formed in my head. I saw one lounger, a portable TV, and apparently a computer for Internet dating were probably all his worldly possessions. I even imagined that he slept on a hand-woven striped blanket thrown in the corner. No matter how hard or how much I wanted to travel down that trail, even my Indian guide couldn’t take me there. We did, however, decide to be friends. So ladies, if you don’t plan to cash in your reward points at DSW Shoe Warehouse and are satisfied with someone Pure of Heart, he is still out there.
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