She responded to my e-mail and it went back and forth like that.
After we both confirmed that the other was not a homicidal, she forwarded me her telephone number.
Just when I was getting close, I received a call from her.
She said that she had received almost 50 replies to her post, that I was one of two guys she liked but it was not going to work that night…maybe the weekend. Not wanting to look desperate (or homicidal), I assured her that all was well and we can do it some other time.
I double parked my car with the other urban pilgrims and walked to the makeshift shrine which had been erected at the sight.
The Stain of Mary (or, just the Stain as I like to call it) does not appear overly miraculous. I don’t know if it was my horniness, which was heightened by the rejection I had just experienced, or what, but the longer I looked at it, the more I thought that it looked like a giant …vagina.
You can even add favorites to your booty call list.
The most sobering aspect about the Stain is not the Stain but the evidence of human emotion surrounding it.Then, while I was driving down Fullerton, I happened upon the Our Lady of the Fullerton Exit scene.I knew I would not fall immediately asleep if I went home, and still feeling the sting of rejection, I decided to stop and see what the hubbub was all about.Late last night, I contacted a woman from the Craigs List Casual Encounter.I had just finished work (about ) and the coffee I had been drinking had me wired and horny.