We spoke shortly at the drum circle two Saturdays ago shortly before sunset. I was wearing a red sweater, you had short red hair, a green shirt and a deep, understanding look . Your beauty paralyzed me when I saw you...I just had to talk to you even though so many guys wanted your attention. But you dismissed them, I saw your smile when you looked at me. I hope to run into you some time again.
My Response:
Would you ever drum your djembe and act like a priest from Zimbabwe? That would so turn me on-- even more than the winter's solstice. Hope to see you at the circle next week. Bring a bowl and we'll dance till the sun goes down.
PASSION:
His Response:
You've got a deal. My Zimbabwean priest moves are rusty but I'll do what I can...
My Response:
Radsauce. Will you wear dreds? Bob Marley style?
His Response:
I definitely wish I had a ridiculous trademark that would allow me to easily fit in with the badass dudes there but I got nothing at the moment.
My Response:
Not sure I can dig...How about you get a fake dred hat from one of the Venice merchants?
His Response:
I have considered the rasta plunge, but little did I know the power it would hold with women...it will be considered. Give me a few years to get on it, in the mean time I'll see you there with that bowl...
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