the first thing i ever noticed about a woman, and i was just a popsicle eatin' bicycle ridin' little tomboy back then, was that something in the way she talks to me. the way she cares. with a bit of discipline mixed in there.
banter/teasing
perfume (sometimes i turn myself on LOL.)
the woman that cuts my hair has a southern accent, not country, but southern. you guessed it. my hair stays short.
if she holds my hand. o my.
earrings. jewelry in general. love it! wear it!
if she touches my ass, i'm just poof, ... we gone!
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