Hey sis,
On Saturday I had the day off so I went over to the Bridgeport Sports Zone to hang out. I knew I was in trouble when “she” walked in.
I asked the bouncer, this big hulking guy, if I could go in. He refused. “She” had gone right on in without so much as asking. So … I pulled out a hundred dollar bill … and he was like, “Oh, it’s you, Mr. Moneybags,” and he let me through.
I stopped and stared for a bit. Quite possibly the loveliest woman I’d laid eyes on in Bridgeport. When I noted her watching a rom-com I asked if I could join her.
“The food in here any good?” I asked her while she was sitting down. She didn’t respond, but the look on her face said, “Talk to me in about two million years.”
“Say, what’s your name, anyway?” I asked.
I learned she was Sheena Martinez and she was employed in the film career.
“Me, too,” I croaked.
Then I got up and played the guitar. I happened to catch a glimpse of Sheena. I don’t know if she was listening.
Ah, women.
GTG. Love, Bassy
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