"So there I was at the grocery store looking for that crack-like-homeopathic-flu-stuff, Oscillococillium-or-whatever-that-is," she told her friend over the phone, "and this guy, who I always seem to meet in the same aisle everytime I see him there, came up to me, said hello like we knew each other, and then asked if I was finding everything OK..."
"Did you say 'I'm just looking for the Big O?'" her friend asked.
"Well, the attention did feel like a little bit more than just customer service..."
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- Ali
- Fascinated by the movement of desire through Myth, literature, lyrics, religions, history, and shared experience -- and loving any good love story that arrests the heart and warrants a good sized cry towel -- I am a hopeless romantic at heart. But also a heady academic with a penchant for the feminine divine, who is rooted in a darling body wrought with emotions and feelings and perceptions of the vast and interpersonal relationships of the world, and effervescently intrigued by the dissolution of the fuzzy boundaries of self and other. More about me here: www.auspiciousprojects.com and twitterpated here: @manifestcookies
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