Seems like the only folks who make me go "jello-y in the legs" are real ones. (Eye candy like photos of a certain triathlete, though... well, it's darn close)
Which makes it rather hard to hold a conversation as I'm trying not to swoon or throw myself into their arms or giggle and blush like a 14 year old.![]()
Darn, wasn't that adolescent stuff s'posed to end about 25 years ago?



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