Since I’m missing my tugboat man and it’s been more than three weeks since he’s been gone, I’m re-posting a freshly edited version of The True Love Story of Princess Rosebud and Her Tugboat Man – Part Two, with a link to Part One. If you believe in serendipity, you’ll enjoy.
Just a Cup of Coffee…the true love story of Princess Rosebud and her tugboat man.
(This might take a while, grab your hankies, it could have been broken up into three parts, but I didn’t want to prolong the happy ending.)
Fast forward to a year later, the following September 1991.
Yes, I kept my promise; no dates and no mistakes. There was the excruciating lure of nubile and suntanned young surfers but I stood firm in my resolve in spite of the half naked, salty-skinned–oh crap. Living in Southern California is sooo like opening up a fresh box of candy. It wasn’t fair, but a deal’s a deal.
If only I could have had just a teensy-weensy bite here, a bite there–oh, SO yummy–that one has a caramel center, or that other one’s coconut-filled, or a tart juicy cherry embraced by…
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