she was a Palestinian hollaback girl; Aneeta is probably a doctor by now, Belma I'll remember forever as my Bosnian doll with utterly luscious feet so curved like garter snakes; cute as she was Belma was not my adored Laura Carroll all American wiseacre ditz sharp & flirty just plain beautiful; her dad dated Stephanie Powers
now when a woman walked up to me on the street & said **** me now; that's me too;
I've picked up girls w/ a look phone number in hand now forgotten started an affair; too many beers & who knew
girl said I've always liked u after two years became my gf for five years; another lover bites my ****; the girl I really like really really like hates me; what are u gonna do, not everyone can hate u gave a great detective novel to a girl upstairs; u guessed it detective novels get u laid
this is the history of a man; not the history of everyone
a woman walked up to me in front of Starbucks & said please feel me up; we became good friends until she disappeared somewhere in Pakistan; like my beloved Shamy forced to marry her cousin by her grandmother in Bangladesh