Fridays bring out the best type of weirdo in me. Continue reading TGIF Song and Dance
Georgie was hard to miss. Dark curls sitting like a crown atop his head. Eyes so brown and deep you swear they’re seeing right through you. Olive skin, a nod to his Italian heritage. You know what really attracted me though? He looked like he smelled good. I’m not kidding. He looked like he would have one of those natural scents that were jam-packed with pleasant pheromones. Continue reading Start in the Middle.