I like how you think man, I really do. However, it wasn’t a candlelight dinner, it was a candlelight cup of coffee and she ran off before I could even offer food, let alone put the moves on her. Still we’ve arranged to meet early in the morning for the drive to LA. The power will likely still be out when we get back, so who knows …

What is this twenty bloody questions? Who signed me up for this? Alright, alright, I’ll answer. Yes I like her, who wouldn’t? She’s young, pretty and definitely would look very nice in my bed, or I would love to be the man in her bed, so long as a bed is involved it doesn’t really matter, Not that there has to be a bed just some kind of … well a gentlemen doesn’t kiss and tell you know, so use your imagination.

I don’t read much now, but back in the day all that time on planes, and tour buses, reading did help fill the hours. Would I play a song for her? I haven’t picked up a guitar in a long time *stares into the distance* I suppose if I had enough whiskey inside of me, it always was a good closing move.

I almost fell over when I first saw her, of course I’d had a few but I know how to hold my whiskey thank you. It was dark, and she was all lit up by the outside light, just like an angel. I could not believe someone that pretty was living next to me on the farm. I was going to ask her out you know, but up until last night I barely got in a “hello” and a “goodbye”.

Her creative passion reminds me of the past and I don’t know if that’s good or bad, or whether it even matters. I think I probably will ask her if she wants to get a drink. She looks like she could use one and it’s not like I’ve got anything to lose.