Fiddle Dee-Dee

i found the courage to introduce myself to hfg at lunch today, except he's not french, he's italian.

i don't understand how to pronounce his name--i'd never heard it before and don't recognize it.

he was very cool and reserved. i talked too fast and was kind of flustered.

oh well. now the ball is in his court.

he does have those eyes that look as if he knows what i look like undressed, though; like he's massaging me with his eyes. how can those italian girls stand to have men walking around like that all the time? so charismatic. love it. hot stuff.

"He looks as if he knows what I look like without my shimmy." (Scarlett O'Hara, in reference to meeting Rhett Butler)

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