(The following is another "true to life" account of my affairs of the heart...)
(Please, read "My Life, So Far" first, as there are some references that might not make sense, unless you read them in order. Thanks, ENJOY...)
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"GUESS WHAT! I MET A GIRL!!"
After being depressed for half a year, over losing the first real love of my life, Julie, to a goddamned drunk driver, I "bumped," quite literally, into a real beauty.
I was ecstatic! Elated!! And more. (I was very happy, needless to say!!)
Her name is Melissa, "Mel" to her fiends (and don't ever call her "Lisa" 'coz she'll break your arm!!) and, boy, is she a knock-out!!
She is twenty-two years old, 5'8" tall. Her vital stats: 35c-24-33, and she's a full-time Physical Therapy student at the University, where I met her!!
We almost hit each other on our bikes! She was just getting started into biking seriously (new bike, helmet, pads, etc.) so she couldn't ride nearly as far, hard, fast as I could, then... but, who cared!! With a body like hers, she didn't need to keep up with anyone!!
One more thing...
SHE LOVES TO F-U-C-K!!
Oh God, does she LOVE to fuck!!
After our second date (I thought I'd get nowhere with her. She was so darn serious all through our bike ride) she asked me up to her dorm room for a drink of ice water.