3 AM...
She could not sleep....
tossing and turning throughout the night....
remembering those blue eyes....
that Irish brogue....
that lanky, boyish body of his...
Mmm....
Why did she CONSTANTLY go for the 'bad boys'...
I mean SERIOUSLY....
ENOUGH already...
Why on earth couldn't she just fall for the 55 year old Israeli who owned buildings ??
Why was it ALWAYS the musicians and the slackers who got her attention ??/
She needed to GROW UP....
and yet....
there was a romantic aspect to her ways....to her yearnings...
and the middle aged guys with the 'real estate portfolios'
just didn't pierce the veil of music and sugar and flowers that sang to her heart.......
OYYY....
What to do ?
She'd been rather fortunate really,
in that the endless trail of suitors continued to grow and prosper....
in and of itself...
DAMN....
those BLUE EYES...
He was so HOT....
What to do....What to do....
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