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New-Age Disappointment

Long blond hair, black Western hat, tight leather pants. No ounce of fat. High heeled boots, concho belt, imagine how he must have felt when she just stopped and looked around then asked if she could please sit down. He tipped his hat and said, “you bet”. She smiled and said “We haven’t met. Hello, my name is Bambi, I’m a new-age kind of gal who’s looking for a partner, a buddy and a pal.” Then she commenced to bare her soul. He was picturing something else! Jeff Hildebrandt © 2004

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005

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