Just got a phone call from a Latin Jewish guy that I met two weeks ago as I was leaving a nightclub. Though he could be black, I had two glasses of wine so I may not remember clearly. The man ran outside after me. He told me that he had noticed me, but he thought I was with the guy I was talking to all night (the guy in question was the guy that takes my breathe away) . I thought the man wasn't gonna call. Why is it that men "finally" call after we have forgotten all about them. Oy vey!
~Shoshi
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