I met a guy. A blogger. For the first time. He possesses the best set of hands and fingers I have seen on a man.
The second time, which was the next day, Packed somewhere along a road, from about 1am to somewhere about 4am, He let me sock his shoulder pads in tears, About issues that didn’t concern him, That I wasn’t even willing to discuss with him. All I wanted was a non-judgmental shoulder to cry on and he offered it. he let me touch his hands.
Just how thwit is this guy