We are still on vacation and enjoying our time at the beach. Last night J and I went to see Sheryl Crow, with James Blunt as the opening act. It was a great show and really fun to get out and hear some music.
It got me thinking of the other time I saw Sheryl Crow. I went with a guy I knew from college who I almost, kind-of-sort-of dated for a while. The thing about him though was that he was incredibly jealous. At the time we met I thought Marky Mark was pretty hot. This guy was jealous of this crush. I mean, can you picture it:
I'm walking down a rainy street one day and there, before me (with no shirt on, of course) is Marky Mark.
We both stop, unable to look away.
Stars and hearts fill the air above our heads and we are magnetically pulled together by a force neither can explain.
We embrace and stare into each other's eyes.
He begins to do some back flips, lifts some weights, does a little dance . . . it's good like Sunkist. . . makes me want to know who done this.
Can you feel it, baby?
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