So for the past two years, I have observed a booty call taking place every weekend out my back window (my kitchen window - to be exact). Every weekend on Saturday night a black SUV parks behind my window, and every Sunday morning she goes down to her car - he follows, they smooch and talk and smooch and talk and then she leaves. But something has changed! Can it be love?
First she got herself a NEW SUV and this one is a Lexus in a snappy tan color (kind of pearlized so it looks different shades).
Second - she was here all weekend, and now she's here in the MIDDLE of the week.
I think this booty call may have turned into a relationship.
Vicariously living through others.......
this sounds like it could easily turn into a hitchcock movie...
ReplyDeleteI think it's sweet.
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