As Ella Fitzgerald croons the Cole Porter song, "I've got you under my skin...", I've got someone under my skin.
And I don't like it.
It's quite funny, really, because I want to write so much about all the thoughts I've had this week, but no words are flowing to my fingers - my hands are too stiff to type.
Caught me off guard - I was expecting some sleazy 'man crumpet' of an Israeli to indulge in a winter fling - yet I was pleasantly surprised when the boy in question turned out to be a decent, intelligent, polite, GORGEOUS person. Or so I thought.
Never heard back. To this day I wonder why...
Gotta get over this Israeli addiction - is it poisonous? Hrmm, well, perhaps not the most healthiest habit.
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