Who are you, Mystery Woman? I saw you while hiking in Los Angeles’ Runyon Canyon last Tuesday. You had beautiful, feathered brown hair tucked under an adorable red brimmed hat that exhibited your fashionable, yet understated taste in haberdashery. You were wearing very flattering yellow pants that gracefully accentuated your fit and goddess-like figure. Your pastel yellow blouse, both tasteful and sporty, left just enough to the imagination to turn any red-blooded man’s mind to wanton thoughts of the sensual treasures that lay beneath. Also, you were riding giant jackalope. Please call me! I felt a cosmic connection with you and hope you felt it too.

[From the Archives: 4/1/09]

Who are you, Mystery Woman?  I saw you while hiking in Los Angeles’ Runyon Canyon last Tuesday. You had beautiful, feathered brown hair tucked under an adorable red brimmed hat that exhibited your fashionable,  yet understated taste in haberdashery. You were wearing very flattering yellow pants that gracefully accentuated your fit and goddess-like figure. Your pastel yellow blouse, both tasteful and sporty, left just enough to the imagination to turn any red-blooded man’s mind to wanton thoughts of the sensual treasures that lay beneath. Also, you were riding giant jackalope. Please call me! I felt a cosmic connection with you and hope you felt it too.