MY OLD FRONT NUMBER PLATE

I have been over-assisted and over-protected by loving parents in a safe and healthy environment. As a result I am still single and a very bad cooker. I remember my first kiss which wasn't really a kiss since I didn't know how to kiss. I remember this very skinny tall guy but I really hope he doesn't remember me ! I remember this summer love with Alex, and my best friend going out with him 3 years after. I remember Marc, Geoffroy, and Thomas, all ex-neighbours... all ex-boyfriends, all ex-lickings. I remember this Indian daddy's boy offering me this awful curtain with Piccadily Circus embroidered on it. I remember dancing with this fake blond-haired Spanish guy just to make the true black-haired one next to him jealous. I remember America and these 2 guys : one I was fancing, the other one I went out with. I remember Venice, the bridge, the night and the kiss with this Italian guy... whose name I can't remember. I remember this summer, playing and running after the boy I loved, before I lamentably fell on the floor... I will stop on this sad event which could be a good metaphore of my vain pursuit of Love.
the only point I don't agree at 100/100 is "disponible" bu it's OK for the others... But you are "the one" even like this, please don't change anything...
Love
PS : it will be very easy to put that plate again on the next car y'll rent, baby ! but don't mary you on the 9th.
Will be there at corner's S !
Whaou! où as-tu déniché ça??? décidément, tu m'étonneras toujours!
mais dis donc? que vas-tu en faire une fois mariée??? je connais des intéressées!
OK Lulu ! that's your's now... it's magic you know
and you'll discover... soon where the MAGIC is....