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Nice Guys Should NEVER Finish Last!!!I saw this on one of Cactusmaid's journals, and posted it back on one of my journals.
Now I'm posting this here...
How I would feel about my wife;
♥ To every guy that said, "Sex can wait"...
I love her. Sex can be forgoten.
♥ To every guy that said, "You're beautiful"...
Every girl is beautiful! ;D
♥ To every guy that was never too busy to drive across town to see her...
If it doesn't loose me my job or anything, why not?
♥ To every guy that gives her flowers and a card when she is sick or down...
She's family now. Don't you do that for the rest of your family?
♥ To every guy who has given her flowers just because that's how he rolls...
That's not just how he rolls, that's how he rocks!
♥ To every guy that said he would die for her...
"'Til death do us part.", remember?
♥ To every guy that really would...
I really would do this all! ^^
♥ To every guy that did what she wanted to die for...
Like I said - "'Til death do us part.".
The Coffee GodThe Coffee God behind the counter shuffles foot to foot, a dance of steam and espresso. Black painted fingernails, inch gauged ears and a gray striped sweatshirt, hood crooked on his back. There's a cigarette tucked behind one ear; it bobs and twitches with each step.
“Non-fat caramel latte,” he calls, just as he always does, part of a spell, part of a mantra, toneless (just a tuck at the end). I reach. He looks up.
The espresso maker hisses.
There's something like a grin, something like a spark, something like a shared secret linked eye to eye. When he passes over the drink (rough cardboard sleeve hot to the touch), he lingers. Our fingers brush, a shiver, a jolt, a ten-watt shock.
The Coffee God tilts his chin, shouts, “Hey, mind if I take my break now?”
and ducks around the counter without waiting for a reply.
He slips his cigarette between his lips without taking his eyes from mine. I follow him out the door.
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