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Originally Posted by Chalet
It was winter. I was making a call at a payphone. While waiting for the call to connect I noticed a guy trying to maneuver his bicycle out a door just like the rest of us would do. He fumbled around, back pack slipping off his arm, overcoat in the way. He leaves the building, pulls himself together and hops on the bike.
My call connects and I'm still watching this guy. I look at him as he's handsome fellow, and then I go Oh, OHH, that's why he's so handsome, it's him. I apologized to the person I was calling as I had to say, I just saw John John getting on his bike. It was all about his eyes. Intense, dark and warm. I also noticed his gorgeous, expensive looking (had to be cashmere) overcoat. Turns out I was in front of his apt. building.
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Chalet, girlfriend, you never cease to amaze me, you lucky thing! How tall did he seem? As tall as our mutual, cross-eyed, geriatric hunk?
