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This was during the Power Windows tour...or maybe Presto...or maybe Counterparts....but definitely somewhere in there...

 

I was pumping gas and she pulled up to the pump next to me on her red BMW motorcycle. I thought it might be her, but I wanted to be careful knowing how she avoids the general public and her psychotic fans. Her riding partner pulled up next to her and starting pumping gas in her motorcycle. When he finished both motorcycles, she told him to go in and get some beef jerky, ding dongs and an orange crush (she pointed out 'this time...glass bottle only you nitwit!' or something to the affect). As her partner went in the store that was my chance to make my awkward introduction. So I approached and said 'so...guess you like orange crush huh? that's my favorite as well'. She starred me down for what seemed like an eternity and then dryly said 'ironic'. She then put her helmet back on and turned her back to me. Feeling the instant chemistry I remarked 'well guess I'll be doing now, have a nice day'. She got on her bike and gave a quick wave with her back to me.

 

My life has never been the same since then.

 

Impossible; she didn't start riding the red BMW until the Test For Echo tour.

she might have rented and/or stolen it.
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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

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Now, that's classic beauty. Canada goose, by chance? If so, it would have wanted doughnuts, not bread. Understand, I'm not challenging your story, but how did that lighting appear at that time of day? Was it glowing NJ swamp gas? Also, since about 1985, I thought everyone agreed not to mention REO, even if referring to their respectable previous work.

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I met Elvis at our local chip shop. Made a right scene about his salt. I was based in Birmingham at the time. I remember it vividly. Flares and glittery sequins. I have witnesses; Jeoff Goldblum, Terry and Hugh Jackman; partial to a battered sausage.
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I bumped into her when she was shopping and she looked at me like she was freaked out! She ran out of that supermarket like Usain Bolt! I went to her house and kept looking through the window but she kept herself hidden. I camped out behind her house and waited for her next shopping trip but she must have sneaked out and sneaked back in again. What a sneak!

 

what rush song was playing in the store during this most excellent encounter?

Stick it Out!

 

Leave That Thing Alone :smoke: :smoke:

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

REO huh? Probably blasting Ridin the Storm Out? It's only 4:12 so that's usually enough time for you.

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

Too close to home. Did I ever know you?????

 

Thanks for the hearty laugh. Laughter is a very good medicine, and I need it.

 

P.S. I had to look up what the word "tantric" means. Happened upon a website "What is trantric sex, and how do you do it?" I didn't dare click.

 

Also learned another new word today - tergiversation.

 

So, my day wasn't an entire loss. I learned two new words :) (sort of :unsure:) and had a hearty laugh. :ebert: :clap: :LOLsign:

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

Too close to home. Did I ever know you?????

 

Thanks for the hearty laugh. Laughter is a very good medicine, and I need it.

 

P.S. I had to look up what the word "tantric" means. Happened upon a website "What is trantric sex, and how do you do it?" I didn't dare click.

 

Also learned another new word today - tergiversation.

 

So, my day wasn't an entire loss. I learned two new words :) (sort of :unsure:) and had a hearty laugh. :ebert: :clap: :LOLsign:

Back in the late 80s/early 90s, I remember reading that Sting and his wife would have tantric sex for 12 hours at a time. So it's as boring as you might imagine it would be.

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

Too close to home. Did I ever know you?????

 

Thanks for the hearty laugh. Laughter is a very good medicine, and I need it.

 

P.S. I had to look up what the word "tantric" means. Happened upon a website "What is trantric sex, and how do you do it?" I didn't dare click.

 

Also learned another new word today - tergiversation.

 

So, my day wasn't an entire loss. I learned two new words :) (sort of :unsure:) and had a hearty laugh. :ebert: :clap: :LOLsign:

Back in the late 80s/early 90s, I remember reading that Sting and his wife would have tantric sex for 12 hours at a time. So it's as boring as you might imagine it would be.

:yes:

 

 

:unsure:

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

Too close to home. Did I ever know you?????

 

Thanks for the hearty laugh. Laughter is a very good medicine, and I need it.

 

P.S. I had to look up what the word "tantric" means. Happened upon a website "What is trantric sex, and how do you do it?" I didn't dare click.

 

Also learned another new word today - tergiversation.

 

So, my day wasn't an entire loss. I learned two new words :) (sort of :unsure:) and had a hearty laugh. :ebert: :clap: :LOLsign:

Back in the late 80s/early 90s, I remember reading that Sting and his wife would have tantric sex for 12 hours at a time. So it's as boring as you might imagine it would be.

:yes:

 

 

:unsure:

Also, Lorraine, you have my solemn oath that I will never tergiversate on the question of whether Permanent Waves is a 70s :yes: or 80s :no: album.

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Alright I'm back. My phone is charged at 33%. As I was saying it was 1974 we caught each others eyes while walking in North Hudson Park otherwise known as El Parque L’Ochenta. ​We spoke, we laughed, we sat beneath a tree by the lake where we made love until interrupted by a duck wanting some bread. I asked, "will I ever see you again"? She placed her finger to my lips, shhhhh. She said she'd meet me the following Tuesday morning at the Journal Square PATH station for a day in the village. I waited till 2:00pm, she never showed up.

Any chance whatsoever it wasn't a duck? The rest is plausible, especially the parts about her essentially telling you to "shut it" and avoiding all futre contact with you. Also, was she much taller than you expected?

 

:)

It could have been a goose, 1974 was such a long time ago.

 

Taller than I expected? No, like I said when my phone was at 8% we first met at a bar in Hoboken. That was a couple of days before the park. She took me back to her place after a few Manhattans. She put some REO on the turn-table then we had some tantric sex. I took a picture of her before she tossed me out of her Jersey City apartment at 4:45 am.

4aj4gk.jpg

 

Too close to home. Did I ever know you?????

 

Thanks for the hearty laugh. Laughter is a very good medicine, and I need it.

 

P.S. I had to look up what the word "tantric" means. Happened upon a website "What is trantric sex, and how do you do it?" I didn't dare click.

 

Also learned another new word today - tergiversation.

 

So, my day wasn't an entire loss. I learned two new words :) (sort of :unsure:) and had a hearty laugh. :ebert: :clap: :LOLsign:

Back in the late 80s/early 90s, I remember reading that Sting and his wife would have tantric sex for 12 hours at a time. So it's as boring as you might imagine it would be.

:yes:

 

 

:unsure:

Also, Lorraine, you have my solemn oath that I will never tergiversate on the question of whether Permanent Waves is a 70s :yes: or 80s :no: album.

 

:LOL: :lol: :LOL:

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This post is your best so far. It allows the reader freedom to interpret. To me, the period represents how much can simultaneously happen at one moment.

 

It certainly is. And yet it has more substance and credibility than entries about meeting Neil Peart. :P

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This post is your best so far. It allows the reader freedom to interpret. To me, the period represents how much can simultaneously happen at one moment.

 

It certainly is. And yet it has more substance and credibility than entries about meeting Neil Peart. :P

Now, now ladies! :cheerleader: :hi:

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This post is your best so far. It allows the reader freedom to interpret. To me, the period represents how much can simultaneously happen at one moment.

 

It certainly is. And yet it has more substance and credibility than entries about meeting Neil Peart. :P

Now, now ladies! :cheerleader: :hi:

 

They’ll continue later after they recharge their phones. Both at 1%.

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