Hurricane Nichole blew into Miami while I was there, but as soon as she sensed my presence, she made a sharp turn and a quick exit. Pretty well sums up my effect on women, but at least this time I didn't even have to get my feet wet.
Not too many women around here any more, not since they fixed the sign that says "MEN". Probably another communication issue, I'd guess.
Other than being aggressively solicited for sex by the majority of women I see on the street, I really don't have much of a social life.
I saw a really beautiful woman on the street today — almost collided with her in fact — but since I'm invisible, she didn't have to begin feeling creeped out or initiate her flight or fart sequence, and I didn't either.
Went down by the Wally Mart to check out the babes. They never cease to amaze.
Wow. Major babe walked by. On stilts. I guess stilts are back. It's been a long, long wait.
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so says eff: sporadic spurts of grade eff distraction
definitions: outdoor terms
fiyh: dave's little guide to ultralight backpacking stoves
boyb: dave's little guide to backpacks
snorpy bits: nibbling away at your sanity
last seen receding: missives from a certain mobile homer
noseyjoe: purposefully poking my proboscis into technicals
