While I was driving to yoga class today, I saw a tender moment shared by a couple. It happened near 22nd and Broadway, and a woman with a bandana holding back her jet black hair was inching closer to a man toting a stuffed backpack. He slowly took a few steps backward. It was a moment frozen in time and something so intimate I was awestruck to see it play out on the city streets, with lunchtime traffic sweeping by.
And oddly enough, it reminded me of a scene from Grease, with Olivia Newton John daring to press against John Travolta. "I got chills..."
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Do you have any video? HWHOA!
Mac, you would say something like that. But, ahem, let's talk later. HWHOA!!
Geez, don't you have any veird lesbian stories -- stuff like OTHER bloggers have? HWHOA!!!
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