purloined: involuntary guest blogging

...It starts out so innocently. That smile... Yes, she's funny, smart, intelligent, sweet, tough as nails...

The first time you see her... you can't help but move a bit closer... you know... to hear what she's saying -- I mean, look at the crowd around her... the beautiful people, flocking to her -- there's something...

Then she sees you... and you know you're in trouble. You've felt it -- come on, I know you have. Yeah! the chest tightens, the heart skips... "Oh, um, hi" you say (it's always the same).

And, in a moment, it's over....except for the warm BUZZ that doesn't seem to go away... No blood. No scars. It just takes a nanosecond... and then it's over.

No evidence that you've gifted her your soul... well, except for those damned digital images that she so sweetly and "innocently" taunts you with.