people
ask me why on earth would a girl like ashley find a guy like me interesting.
after they return from my basement buldging with lost treasures from
ancient lands, stolen masterpeices from many of the great masters,
and canvas bags stuffed with unmarked bills and loose jewels, they
turn to me and repeat their question.
well
i certainly dont know, but let me tell you why i think we get along
so well. we both love television and computers, her hair and my hands.
as boisterous
and emotional and bubbly and excitable as ashley can be - at the drop
of the hat - in public she can be as quiet as a church mouse and as
shy as an exchange student. she hates to drive, is terrified of the
freeway and comes to california carless and carefree.
her videotapes
are organized chronologically, her harddrive is a masterpiece, her
singing voice is divine. ashley doesnt cook anything. i once asked
her to make me some toast as i showered and she looked at me like
what do i look like, mrs. toastygirl? she eventually made me some
toast and you dont see me asking for any more from her do you, nope.
i love
ashley and im glad she lives closer to me.
maybe
now she'll find her way onto this web site from time to time.