LOOKING FOR LOVE.
I have only one burning question for all you ladies of the eighties out there. When a man confronts you and says “life is a playground and I want someone to play with”, do you become lost in his eyes and helpless to his warm embrace? Or do you run for the hills and call the police? If you’re leaning towards the first answer, you’re going to just adore these gentlemen. Sure, you might be forced to meet some of these needy predators at a vacant bowling alley, high school parking lot, the langerie dressing room, or outside of a department store after normal business hours, but isn’t it all worth it for love?