Sooo many girls, so little (but ever-expanding) time. The brick-house Maria Sharapova grilled me about why I didn't have a wife and whether I have lots of girlfriends in lots of places. Yeah, I'm going to get her on a motorcycle ride before I leave. THEN later, I was prepping/inspecting the bike for a ride while chatting up another, who I can most accurately describe as a twenty-something cheerleader. When I told her that god must have used her gorgeous eyes as inspiration for the sunset we were watching, she melted like so many chocolates.
I'm. not. leaving. ever.
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