i dont recommend anyone going to LAX to pick up anyone unless youre xbi, and even then its hairy.
i know i exaggerate a lot on here and i say things about her being my truest, but when i saw her yesterday there definitely was something special there.
if i ever do get married i want that feeling from my bride. its a calming effect. its a submissive thing. its a whatever-you-want-is-coolio vibe.
she said pick me up at ten pm i said anywhere. she said LAX i said no one is allowed in. she said you can do it. save me. i saved her. she said take me to taco bell. i said baby i already have your seven layer burrito in the back seat. she said i love you. i said i love you too babydoll.
i told her she looked good. she said have you been drinking i said doesnt matter, i know a hot girl when i see one.
she said, stop that, ive been travelling for 8 hours.
i said lil tone hasnt been drinkin and lil tone approves.
i watched her eyes move down to where lil tone was saying hi and she smiled.
blue eyes matching her nicely filled out blue sweater.
stars sparkling in the crisp la winter night.
angels pulling back a little of the sky so they could peek.
i kissed her cheek
i kept my face against hers.
i moved my hands slowly down the small of her back to her jlo.
she complained that her place was messy and boring and smelly and i said baby your place is perfect. she said i cant believe you took karisa here. i said she loved it. we loved it. i said i told karisa that this is where my truest lives, isnt it great and karisa said i never knew it was so big and bright and sunny.
my true love said yes it is sunny.
we drove back to my place holding hands, talking nonstop, catching up.
her wesssside businesswoman cold-as-ice seriousness slowly melting as we drove east down the ten and went north on the 110 past staples.
i might find a better person for me one day.
maybe it’ll be before the next snowfall in vegas.