Les and I are on the hunt for PMC boyfriends. It makes perfect sense.
We love to bike, PMC men love to bike. We love rock hard legs and abs,
PMC men *have* rock hard legs and abs. You do the math.
Our hunt has been tough so far cause our prey is well camoflauged in
the mass of 5,200 cyclists all wearing the same jersey. But that
hasn't stopped us. The PMC supplied us with name tags for the back of
our bikes. Their purpose was to encourage pleasant biking behavior-
the difference between "passing on your left, lesley" and "MOVE OVER."
Well Les and I have found another use for them. Drive-by (bike-by?)
flirting. "on your left, loooooooouis" ( the equivalent of a
verbal :wink wink:).
No one has officially asked us to go steady yet but I think we're
setting the stage for landing boyfriends at dinner.
We even have an opening line planned. "can I buy you a beer?" (they're
free). Yep, after 85 miles, that's the best we've got. Maybe that's
why we find ourselves on this hunt in the first place. Hmm.
Well till this all pans out, Les is covered. Just look at how she's
enjoying these chocolate, salty balls.
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