I met the devil on the street today. he has sparkling green eyes and goes by Bret. He asked me to lunch and I gave him my number. I hope he won’t call, a man like him shatters girls like me into a million tiny … Read More →
I met the devil on the street today. he has sparkling green eyes and goes by Bret. He asked me to lunch and I gave him my number. I hope he won’t call, a man like him shatters girls like me into a million tiny … Read More →
Coffee with the Devil
A friday coffee meeting turned into a weekend of mmmm… and now here i am, confused and frustrated. So i met him friday underneath the Kaufmann’s clock, where we first started to talk the Tuesday before. I didn’t know how to get to Market Square … Read More →