You In The Stolen Jaguar, Me On The Sidewalk Staring - m4m
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O.K., technically you weren't IN the stolen Jaguar. By the time I saw you, you were sitting in the back of the police cruiser. Only minutes before, however, you had been sitting in the front seat of the British Racing Green Jaguar Convertible. That was before you went airborne in the intersection of Masonic and Frederick subsequently smashing your, well, somebody else's Jaguar into three other cars. It's too bad about the cars, really. I mean they all looked pretty gnarly, what with the Mitsubishi that you hit practically sitting on top of the Volvo that was previously parked just behind it. And the Jag that you stole, well, let's just say I'll bet it looked better on the floor of the dealership before you crashed it into three cars, mangling it's front end. But thank God for that, really. Because the sound of such an enormous crash definitely got my attention. A little blessing in disguise. I just had to check things out to see what was going on. Within a few minutes you arrived, looking a little sheepish, with your entourage of boys in blue. But you were the only one I could see. Moppy brown hair, gorgeous face, slim but not too skinny, in your early twenties(?), wearing cut-off khakis and a stylish pale blue jacket. Or was it a shirt? I don't remember. You know, criminal psychologists say that witnesses frequently misreport what they saw at the scene of a crime. But this much I know. I wanted you instantly. That unfortunate metal cage that separated you from the front seat of the police cruiser also separated you from me. But then they brought you out of the back of the car. That's when I noticed the handcuffs! You naughty boy! Who would've suspected that a clean cut prepster looking guy like you would be into handcuffs, much less IN handcuffs? I've always liked a guy with an edge, and, well, those handcuffs were pretty much the key to my heart. (Now, if only I had a key to your cell!) From the looks of things, I'm guessing it may be a while before you're free. To go out with me I mean. After all, I would imagine you'll be busy with attorneys and judges and maybe even wardens. At least for the next few months. And, heck, I don't even know if you like guys or not. But if you see this and you are interested in getting together, hit me back. I'd love to take you to dinner. Don't worry, I'll drive.