I met this man in Miami when I was there a few weeks ago. Tall, tattooed, handsome, unbearably sexy and charming. We flirted. We danced. We tanned. We ate pizza. After a week of vacation we both went home, he to Detriot and I to Los Angeles. We promised to kep in touch.
Detroit has a boyfriend several years strong. They have a cabin in the woods. I don't have a cabin in the woods. If I did, Detroit and I would spend a lot of time there no doubt. What I do have is a public storage space. Not nearly as sexy but all my stuff is there. Maybe if I meet someone locally who doesn't have a boyfriend I can invite him to spend the weekend in my 7X11 padlocked Public Storage bin. We can sift through boxes to find a few candles, lean up against the bed which is propped on the wall and spend some quality romantic time together. Just the two of us. In my bin.
I have the worst taste in men. I always go for the one that is unavailable, unattainable or uninterested. In this case, though he seems at least mildly interested, the other two factors definitely apply. We have been emailing back and forth. He is threatening/suggesting that he might visit. I'd better get that storage space ready.




