21 March - Sunday
We slept… all day, then went to Santorini on O’Farrell. Staring at her from across the table gave me feelings that there are no words for
“Our eyes locked… and someone threw away the key”
…
A funny homeless black man, 69 years old, stopped in his tracks and said “WHAT” before babbling on about how we are 2 gorgeous girls together and that was unimaginable (he of course said it slightly differently). I ended up giving him 3 bucks for no reason, and we looked up to find ourselves in the Tenderloin surrounded by drug addicts. lol We ran back to the car
Our kisses still have a flare of excitement that is rarely ever captured in life
