DiscoPunk Girl

UB meets his new friend, live for the first time. A disco girl, or is it a punk girl? Is she a promising land?
A look in her eyes may answer that question..
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My choice, a new dark blue sweater with brown striping and grey jeans I especially bought for the moment I anticipated to meet Fren. I had in mind to take her out to a theatre in Den Haag. I would pick her up. My imagination started with a round and spacious sitting area somewhere outside the Zoetermeer Passage though. I didn’t even know whether that place existed! >
> I had to let the dream of meeting her go and put the new outfit away, but took it out the wardrobe again when she wanted to see me after all. A famous restaurant in Zoetermeer would be our first contact! Her choice.

Her choice. A short dark coat with a white printed T-shirt, tight blue jeans and high heals. Dark orange dyed hair she had. Punky! Totally not what I expected and a nice low voice… >>

>> She came in the range of what I call my type..! I initially thought she was more like a very sweet mother with a beautiful hearty smile, a bit conservative. Distinctive full lips I could kiss forever. That Friday morning I teased her with what to wear. It shouldn’t be a date, cause I was not her type, remember. She is the type of girl that won’t change 3 times, but 6 times! Yeah sure, no worries girl.
I’ll help you get anxious haha! While I was waiting in front of her office, she did the magical make over. And when she appeared in the Passage we walked together and synchronized our steps. We had a lovely evening and lost track of time. She walked me to the last tram. We hugged and said goodbye. After a final Good Night texting, off to bed we went to both process all those images.

Fren & a Boy called UB - January 19th 2018
DiscoPunk Girl
There is Fren. A beautiful high heeled Creature looking to the Left, searching for the Right. Looking for me girl? It’s UB boy. In City lighting her high heels confidently beat the urban floor. It’s a disco beat I now shift in new exotic directions. My Girl that is. Wow, an exciting wrap and wonderful. I will slow down and take good care to unwrap this nice bonbon. But first we’ll settle down to get our senses in sync. I let her voice speak. I let her smile reach. Hey foxy lady, I hear those grand dark drums blow and breeze the many voices around us in a soft birds choir. I read those beautiful lips, cause they may unveil magic words. I boldly stare into your eyes, forgive me. Cause it may be so, they’ll be a promising land. It is not to judge your lifelines that I take your hand. I just like to see the hand that’ll wrap mine, when a street wants us to cross. Or when the moment comes that we will do that just for fun.

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