God Loves His Children

So when I used to live in my old apartment, I'd always see this pretty fine MILF on my lunch break who worked in one of the offices across the street from my work. She would dress pretty provocatively for a lady who just worked in a random office on a regular day. Sometimes I used to stare at her for too long, so I guess you can say I mildly stalked her. Anyhoo, I don't see her anymore. I mean, I still go out on my lunchbreak, but I never ever see her. I'd like to pretend that ever since I moved, she doesn't see me outside enough and quit her job because she was so broken up about it. I know this is not true, because she definitely looked like an Uptown girl livin' in a High Class world, i.e. She probably had a rich globetrotting husband. I can dream though.


On a side note, that poem down there about sweaty men was not by me. It was by this professional blogger I know who is trying to steer me towards the righteous path of pro blogging.