X-Katy / June 2 2008
I don’t know your name so I call you X-Katy because that’s the registration of your blue Peugeot 1007 – XKT.
You recently moved into a house a few doors down the road from me and we have acknowledged each other a few times but have not yet had a proper conversation, other than exchanging a quick ‘hello’ when we pass in the street.
I’m going to introduce myself to you properly soon and you’ll probably think I’m a weirdo, or it will transpire that you have a big burly husband with tattoos and muscles in his spit who will want to kill me. Until then, I shall enjoy just daydreaming about your loveliness.
When you smiled at me yesterday, the sun came out and I soaked it up like an aching sponge. Keep smiling at me, X-Katy: it’s rather wonderful.
PS I’m not a stalker.
PPS Okay, I am.
PPPS If you are reading this . . . will you marry me?
PPPPS Can you play the bass guitar?
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2 comments on “X-Katy”
Nelson Galaxy / June 2nd, 2008 at 2:15 pm
Get in there you old romantic. Have you tried sitting in her back garden at night?
Napoleon Fantastic / June 2nd, 2008 at 3:54 pm
No, but it sounds like a jolly good idea, Nelson.
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