The super-foxy girl is named Jen which works for me because one time I went out with three Jens in a row. Of course that was in central Illinois where it’s hard not to. We met up at the coffeehouse which is like the neighborhood hang and just kind of sat there drinking frosty foamy frappy chippies or something and watching the sun set over Echo Park and it was delightful. The conversation was somewhat meandering and casual but I can tell you this: she has never been in prison, she works in a place that has a mysterious conference room, and she owns a cat that is gargantuan beyond comprehension. She recently walked the entire 22-mile length of Sunset Boulevard from downtown to the beach. Her roommate’s boyfriend is modest to the point of invisibility. Also, she has been to Istanbul, she recently read a book about an airplane or maybe an airline, as a child she was a retiring bookworm but now she is a deranged motorcycle-riding super-fox. Now isn’t that interesting?
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