I certainly did try, though
May27
ST and I were on the Busch Gardens tram, heading into the park. I looked to my right, and there he was. NB. It had to be. That gelled hair. The pock-mark under his left side-burn.
So I smiled, at first to myself as he was with a beautiful and skinny blond. Then I smiled at him after poking him in the shoulder.
He looked at me as if I was a stranger.
I took the sun glasses off. “NB?”
“No. Sorry.”
“Oops!”
On reflection, the hair was too blond. And he did not walk with the right stance when I saw him leave the tram. But that pock-mark sure had me going.
ST slung an arm around my back, “Sorry dear. But you can’t have dated them all!”