Sunday, August 9, 2009

Dear Next Boyfriend,


If traveling has taught me anything, its this:

You better like grit in your teeth,
calloused feet,
and the taste and smell of garlic*,
if we are ever going to make this work.

I can't wait to meet you.


*(and I mean, everything tasting and smelling like garlic. Everything. Ya hear me?)

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