In NYC tonight, it's one of the first summer-like nights of the season and the people are out macking on the pier, and all along the esplanade. Grossly enough most of the couples out there were of fat and ugly dudes with attractive women. I don't get it. Is love becoming that blind or has desperation burst through yet another glass ceiling?
I say viva your superficiality and paying attention to your senses, there are there to protect you.
