Several days ago, I met a young fair lady in a meeting and I lost my sleep at night. She is tall, white and vibrant. OK , I admit, she is pretty. The moment I see her, I hope I was single. I know it's unloyal but disire or adoration took my heart away.
For now, it's just my own imagination except readers of this post. I will meet more pretty women in later life. So I have to kill my daydreams anyway.
Tell me what you do the moment you hope you were single, my friends.
