At first sight !

It was the the summer of 96'. My friend and I were driving aimlessly around the neighborhood. We were in my grandmothers old silver cutlass ciera she had recently given to me. Those days we spent most of our time burning gas and blasting music. It happened when we were on our way back to my house for lunch. I saw him walk out of the convenience store on the corner. I had to stop the car...I couldn't move....I could barely breathe. He was tall with jet black hair and dark tanned skinned. He had on a fitted white Tshirt and Levis jeans. It was obvious his job was physical and something outdoors. He was lean and his arms were muscular. He lite a cigarette and took a few drags. He then got into a shiny buick regal and drove off toward the blaring sun of that August afternoon. I thought about him for weeks and gave up ever seeing him again. Until, that party that night. I walked in and there he was.