Men on motorcycles are HOT! Even the older, grey-haired dude with the ZZ TOP beard is sexy. There's really no explaining it. And to be picked up for a '"date" by a guy on a motorcycle is even hotter. You have to straddle the bike, be close to the man, holding him tight or not depending on the mood. With my state of mind lately, the ride was full of good vibrations. Seriously though. I like Max. He has it all, guy-wise. My friends are drooling over him of course, as they did Michael, but I can't make myself want them. I just can't.
I have decided there's just something wrong with me. If I can't have what my heart wants, then I don't want anything. It seems that is how I roll. Who knew? I wish I could cut my heart out and feed it to a cheetah!
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