I couldn't imagine 55 "What do you do?"--Ugh. I look back at all the women whom I would drop everything for and marry, and there was just one; I met her on fo

I couldn't imagine 55 "What do you do?"--Ugh. I look back at all the women whom I would drop everything for and marry, and there was just one; I met her on fourth street, and regret not saying yes to a request in 2007. She had beautiful green eyes and dirty cuticles(don't ask). I hope you are doing well, and I have always felt bad for not doing more(I did refer to Mills Street). I couldn't do more because I was a pussy at the time. I still think about you and hope you are doing well. She was beautiful on the outside and inside. She was not jaded, and seemed like her own version of "Zooey and Fran" with Sylvia Plath mixed in?