So about two days ago, my boy called me like usual, and to try and get some sort of privacy, I left the house and went driving. You know that when this boy calls, the conversations always deteriorate until I'm climbing the walls and cant sleep nights. If his tongue is half as talented in bed as it is on the phone, I am in desperate trouble indeed. *chuckle*
After almost 45 minutes of driving me up a wall, I simply had to pull over, and found a nice little side road with a dirt pull-off on one side. The dirt pull-off was nothing more than a dirt indentation on the side of the road, and at the far left side was the type of gate you usually run cattle through. It wasn't exactly a deserted road, but it wasn't exactly busy either.
I pulled off and stopped the car.
About 10-15 minutes later, brights shone in my back window. At this point I had my pants down around my knees, I'm actively sweating, and the windows of the car were completely fogged. There was a quick scrabble to pull my pants up, but I didn't button them. Look at whats behind me and see its a truck, and I see no sign of blue lights. Okay, so maybe it isn't a cop, maybe its just a farm truck and I'm parked dead in its way. So I start to move, and the blue lights come on.
I open the door, and the cop is calling to keep my hands where he can see them. I call back I'm sorry, I thought he was just a truck. He asks me who's in the car with me, I tell him no one. He shines his light all over the car, and in my empty little thing there's nowhere for anyone to hide. He asks me what I was doing, I said talking on the phone. Why am I doing it there? Well, my phone rang, and honestly, trying to juggle the phone and the car I tried to run into something, so I pulled over instead. My windows are fogged. Yessir, they fog at the drop of a hat. If he asked about the pants I was going to tell him my stomach hurt--big meal and I ate way too fast. He didn't ask.
Instead, he took my ID, and an eternity later he returned. Gave me the ID, told me the pull-out was on private property, and the people who lived there called the cops on me. I told him to tell them I was so sorry. He said to go home to use the phone from now on, I told him yessir, and took off.
Called my boy back, laughing hysterically, to let him know I was okay and not headed to jail.
I have never in my life had anything like that happen, not even as a kid. The cop just looked kinda tired when he handed me back the ID, and a bit harassed. I mean, what was he going to arrest me for, fucking myself?
I'm still dying laughing today.
After almost 45 minutes of driving me up a wall, I simply had to pull over, and found a nice little side road with a dirt pull-off on one side. The dirt pull-off was nothing more than a dirt indentation on the side of the road, and at the far left side was the type of gate you usually run cattle through. It wasn't exactly a deserted road, but it wasn't exactly busy either.
I pulled off and stopped the car.
About 10-15 minutes later, brights shone in my back window. At this point I had my pants down around my knees, I'm actively sweating, and the windows of the car were completely fogged. There was a quick scrabble to pull my pants up, but I didn't button them. Look at whats behind me and see its a truck, and I see no sign of blue lights. Okay, so maybe it isn't a cop, maybe its just a farm truck and I'm parked dead in its way. So I start to move, and the blue lights come on.
I open the door, and the cop is calling to keep my hands where he can see them. I call back I'm sorry, I thought he was just a truck. He asks me who's in the car with me, I tell him no one. He shines his light all over the car, and in my empty little thing there's nowhere for anyone to hide. He asks me what I was doing, I said talking on the phone. Why am I doing it there? Well, my phone rang, and honestly, trying to juggle the phone and the car I tried to run into something, so I pulled over instead. My windows are fogged. Yessir, they fog at the drop of a hat. If he asked about the pants I was going to tell him my stomach hurt--big meal and I ate way too fast. He didn't ask.
Instead, he took my ID, and an eternity later he returned. Gave me the ID, told me the pull-out was on private property, and the people who lived there called the cops on me. I told him to tell them I was so sorry. He said to go home to use the phone from now on, I told him yessir, and took off.
Called my boy back, laughing hysterically, to let him know I was okay and not headed to jail.
I have never in my life had anything like that happen, not even as a kid. The cop just looked kinda tired when he handed me back the ID, and a bit harassed. I mean, what was he going to arrest me for, fucking myself?
I'm still dying laughing today.
For who
I fought for those to my left and those to my right
I fought, because I was young and dumb
I fought never with a thought I had a kryptonite
I fought to get back to for you
I fought for pride
I fought for honor
I fought for home
I fought for you
I dont think we have ever met
I hope we do
I fought each day
I fought in hopes; someday I would find some like you
Does a man with my sins deserve a woman like you
Should a woman as fabulous as you, have to deal with my baggage
Are we just a happenstance away from eternal bliss
Are you on the other side of the globe or could you be right under my nose
I know your out there
I think we may have met
What if I saw you and did not recognize you
I can not think about this great regret
Maybe
Your fathers my dentist
Your sister does my mothers nails
Your brother is my butcher
Your sister answers my best clients phones
Your my nieces Pediatrician
Your my nephews pre-K teacher
Your daddy, is he my preacher
Your uncles my best friend sister-in-laws rabbi
You stitched my head and held my hand
You gave me a warning, instead of a ticket
You brought a warm towel on the long red eye home
You heard me at a lecture and said you were a fan
We flirted on the subway
We exchanged glances at the Tate
We shared a cab in the rain
We sat next to each other at Phantom of the Opera
We danced in Ibiza, on a hot summer night; I never got your name
We drank Hurricanes till breakfast in the Big Easy
We shot craps in Las Vegas and again in Grand Cayman Islands
We brushed hands in crowed elevator in Boston
We tossed a Frisbee in Freetown
We played hocesoc in Portland
We played Monopoly in Manila
We ran with the bulls in Spain
We held back our tears while looking at the statue of David
We talk all night, sitting on a fountain in Prague
We surfed in Jaco, then laid for hours in the sand
We drank champagne in Paris, on a windy Sunday night
We met at your wedding, why did he find you first?
We went greyhound on a 12 hours trip and talked about Urban Blight
We made love on the beach in Bali as the sun rose over paradises sky
We talked in line collecting our winnings at the Orangeville kennel club
We glowed together in a caf in North Norway
We drank sour wine in Cape Town on a soft Tuesday morn
We were pushed together tight on Space Mountain
We killed time in our way to Hong Kong, on a 16 hour flight
We planted trees in a Kibbutz
We dug a grave for an orphan in Kenya
We went to mass at Saint Patricks
We rode my Harley to Little Big Horne -I hope this was not my last stand
You sketched my picture in a cemetery, not far from Mount Edna
You let me carry your books home from school the second Thursday in May
Ive spanned the globe, hoping to find you
Will I find you in my own backyard, How Bizarre
Maybe
Perhaps
Possible
I thought
I saw you at a gallery opening in SoHo
I saw you at a George Forman fight in Atlantic City
I saw you in a window in Amsterdam
I saw you in the garden of a convent in Niece
I saw you on horse back outside the foothills of Haifa
I saw you alone a bench on the Thames
I saw you silent at the Vatican library
I saw you skating in Central Park
I saw you on a busy bus to Bombay
I saw you on safari on a sweltering day
I saw you in a Marc Baptiste Photograph
I saw you in Waterville on a fine spring afternoon
You read me Shakespeare on a long mid winters night
You read me Henry and June under the stars
You read me Voltaire by soft candlelight
You read me your thesis, it bored me to piece
You sold me my car
You adjusted my insurance claim
You served me cold porage, but I could not complain
You took my parking space at the mall
You have been a Knick City Dancer
You were once a rockette
You told you desired wealth and Fame
You sold me my ex-girl friends pearls on a cold December day
You dealt me a straight flush on a riverboat is Mississippi
You felt my arms, then blushed
Your second cousin, half sister cuts my aunts dogs hair
Your papa makes my pizza or pasta, almost every Saturday Night
Your mom works with my dad
Your mother taught me in third grade
Your baby brother, died crying silent on the battlefield in my arms
Your mother slapped for leading him into such great harm
Your grandmother cursed me and cried in my chest
Your father forgave me, knowing, full well, I would trade places with his son in Hell
You moved to Jakarta
You moved to Crete
You moved to Alcainta
You moved to Ohio, when I five and you were four
You kissed me for courage
You kissed me because it felt so right
You kissed me and said be brave
You kissed me and said sleep tight
You kissed me and said Farwell
You kissed me and told me to go to Hell
You kissed good night and said me patient
You kissed and almost lost your job, as I was under your care
You kissed for hours on a warm Mediterranean Night
You kissed me in your fathers pick up truck
You kissed me riding on a fire truck in a parade
You kissed me in the cold until our lips turned blue
You kissed me while your car warmed up
You kissed me as you cried, knowing this would be good-bye
You kissed me on your front porch after I walked you home
You kissed me in the dawns early light
You kissed me and looked like, a Doe trapped in the headlights
You kissed and closed your eyes
You kissed me, and then asked me, if I wanted you to pose
You kissed me, and then you gave me a rose
You kissed me then you read great prose
You kissed me then asked me to suck your toes
You kissed me for your pleasure
You kissed me for sport
You kissed me while your boyfriend was in the next room
You kissed me and then said your husband wont be home till ten
You kissed me while we shared an ice cream cone
You kissed me and I could see your eyes had freight
You kissed me and you seemed conflicted
You kissed me, good morning, then asked me my name
I play poker with your dry cleaner
My cousins husband your plumber
His nephew pumps your gas
Our aunts best friends are one in the same
We lived at the same address, just four floors between us
We stayed in the same hotel room, six months apart
We ate off the same plate at our favorite dinner
We swam with the same dolphin
I looked and thought Ive found
Forty years of searching
Like a chameleon you change your color is it to keep me away
Like Beowulf my search for you is epic
Like the Iliad my journal is long
Like traveling to great crusades, my road to you has been long and dry
All that so I could begin my life ultimate quest finding you
Your Taller than most, but shorter than some,
Your Blond, but often Brunette, I have seen you a red head
Your older than me, but seem so young
I love you for your inner beauty
I love you for your style,
I love you for your elegance,
I love you for your pure grace
I love you when your wear soft frilly lace
I love you when you wear sweatpants with your pearls
I love you for being you
I love you for loving a man like me
Ive seen you wear a size two; Ive seen you wear a size fourteen
It changes each and every day
Your white, your yellow, your black, your brown, your red, your coco
I would never make your frown
The last time I saw you
Your eyes were blue and your hair was blond
I was sad when I realized it wasnt you
I keep on looking, knowing, I fought for you
You look like a Botticelli
You could have been a Varga Girl
You remind me of Ertes flapper
You are my Memphis Belle, you help guide me home
Your a work of art, in your own special way
You are you, each time I think Ive found
Like a ganaf in the Night,
You steal me heart each day
Leaving me wondering
Are you Marisa and Gabrielles mom?
I have always thought you were Sparkys sister
For a moment I wondered if you were tall Betty
Could you be sweet Sarah with the voice of an Angel?
Your eyes are delightful
Your smile brightens each room
I look for you each morning, in our half empty bed
Every day I work on building my empire
What most people dont realize,
Its not for me its for you
Ill love you forever
Happily ever after, we will live
Ill find you a promise
You know that I will
Each day I wonder when will, I get my last first kiss
I wonder where you are tonight
I fought for me
I fought for you
I mean it would've sucked to be arrested, but wouldn't it have been some shit to get charged with something like that.
I got caught one time when I was 17 having sex in my car. Damn, that cop was a jerk! He yelled at me for about 20 minutes saying how I didn't respect her and shit, but as soon as he let us go we broke out laughing. For one it was her idea, so I guess she didn't respect me, huh? lol.