52, Coconut Creek, Florida, Florida
who is Bearnice?
My Ex Girlfriend, . . . .she posed for this picture, . .with me, . . yesterday, . . . see
This was like our fourth Pic together, . . .yeah, . . .Bearnice wanted the photographer to get her Good side
You were supposed to meet me at that quaint little cafe, . . down on the corner, . . by your houseI waited for three hours, . . then the waiter told me, . . to give it up, . . .and go home, . .
Ah, sorry, will never happen again..but where did she post your pic? I must see it and assess your taste in women..
I can make it easier, . . .to access my taste in women, . . Just look in your mirror, . . .I adore perfection, . .
Ok, go to sleep again - maybe that time no one will stand you up
But, you've already broken my tiny, fragile, sensitive Heart once, . . I had brought with me three dozen Long stemmed red roses and a Bottle of Don Perion, last night, . .and the roses wilted, i got drunk, . . , . .and almost thrown in Jail How do i know that you'll show up, . . . Tonight?
you brought your own bottle to the cafe??
Yeah, . . .with the prices they charge now a days, . . I had to. . .. maybe that's why the waiter, wanted me to be arrested, . . .
I pay my dinners - dont warry
ok, . . . .tonight you're buying, . . .and i'm gonna treat the whole CS Crowd to a cople free drinks, . . .to get the party sarted
big mistake, you had this charming girl to yourself, dont blow it, forget the party, just woo her, gently.
You're right Mister Tall,
My Dear Sweet, Raven haired Goddess, . . I have never let a lady pay for dinner, or anything else.So tonight, we shall dine at your leisure, Lobster and filet mignon, . .medium rare, . . and then slowly stroll down the Moonlit lane, . .into the deepest chambers of my innermost Soul, and i shall relate to you how, your presence, brings the World into a New, shining light for me, Which has been hidden from view, . . .for so many long years, . . .
But alas, . .my sweet angel has taken flight, with the soft, gentle wings of a delicate, butterfly, up and off, . . into the distant, clear blue sky, . . She may have been amused for a moment, with a jester, a clown, . . . But her disappearance, marks yet another tragic failure, for me to transpire, through this cloud of singles love , . .and into exile, . . Where I am sure, my heart will come to a tragic, and bitterly painful, realization, . .of yet another, . .which was simply, . . . . . . . Never Meant To Be. . .
and if she showes up?? will you not be scared??
Ah Dear Keesy, I am only scared of nightmares, . .. that Beautiful little Angel, from above,. . . .is just a living, breathing, . . Dream, come true, .
Do you get nightmaress like me??