She was experiencing
what I call the Glass Cage Effect. After five
minutes of heavy petting I just had to see the…PUSSSSYYYY! XXX But more important, when I saw her face light up when talking about food, I knew she was
having good, warm, fuzzy, feelings – feelings for the most part she would attribute to being with me. “I’m too excited. Now, to you more
enlightened nimrods out there who think such behavior is boorish, I’ll see you on the Celebrity Bulletin. “All I had to guide me was that red dress,
how it moved with your body. “Cyrano?”
“Yeah, Lisa it’s me.”
“What happened to you? When I spotted her in the
parking lot she was dressed just as I expected: middle-management chic. It just led to more frustration.
