Hi to Guy from Luxembourg


My game is rusty. The guy's name was Guy from Luxembourg looking for a place where locals eat. Trail name Logan. 3 miles from the Appalachian Trail. Main Street Waynesboro Virginia USA. Two blocks from my apartment. 4 o'clock on a Tuesday afternoon.

Sprechen Sie Deutsch? Silly me. They speak French in Luxembourg. Comment vous appelez-vous? And my name is Blair. Gaelic for clearing in the forest. I learned French in High School. You see a diner. Nice meeting you. I stand a little close.

The flirt walks away. I'm rusty. So now I sit alone in my apartment with regret. Why didn't I ask if you wanted company for dinner so I could practice my French? Why didn't I remember the French café & bars around the corner? Why didn't I give you this blog address? When will I give this love blog a chance to seduce a younger man?

What's your gay name? I could be rubbing your sore feet & tired legs right now. But I'm rusty. My game needs practice.


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