…Of All The Disappointments…
When I was a young lad the word “disappointment” cut into me like a knife. But in those days I didn’t know why, nor did I know how sensitive I would become.
The Story Began, I guess, when I saw her photo. She was wearing a one piece swim suit sitting cross legged on a blanket on a beach near Manila, Philippines. One hand was on the blanket, the other hand raised in a wave. She had a bit of a twisted smile, and headline that I couldn’t resist, so I wrote a wise-guy note back through the singles connection service about how cute she was, thinking I’d never hear from such a sweet young girl.
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