Dear Pickle Man~
Oh my heart stopped the second I saw you. Down the block, stumbling in your white untied Sketchers. I knew instantly that I was hooked. However, I was nowhere near ready for the type of relationship you were clearly looking for. The moment we locked eyes as you were lumbering across the street in front of my car was one of the most chilling moments I've had in a while. Then there was the gesture of your love. You offered me your pickle. Literally. You held up your half eaten GIANT pickle and shook it at me in offering. That was when I knew I needed to move on. A man cannot buy my love with the promise of sharing half a pickle! I need at least a whole pickle!
As a drove away I wondered if I had just made a huge mistake. I still am wondering. Are you still out there pickle-man? Will you wait for me?
Hungrily Yours~
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