"I met a pretty Funny Girl dancing in tall shoes. She smiled a smile that said hello and chased away my blues."
-- opening lines from the poem "Smile for Me" by FONDL.
Or maybe this belongs on the thread about drunken depressed poet wannabes.
Anyway, the first time we met, my ATF was wearing tall dancer shoes and a big smile, and that's all. I went up to give her a tip at the stage, she stopped dancing, offered her hand for a shake, introduced herself and asked my name, which she never forgot. And my world changed forever.
"An angel on a pedestal or the devil in disguise, I was never really certain, both lurk deep within her eyes."
I think that's the best description of her I've ever given.


I have it on good authority that a certain TUSCL TROLL's ATF was wearing nothing but a big throbing 18" strap on dildo when they first met.
He would not tip her as he did not want her to think of him as a customer... Not making any money on the deal she chose to forego the LUBE.
This explains why he is now so cranky and hostile!