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A few years ago I liked this girl. She was a beautiful Hispanic girl who wrote incredible lines of introspective poetry. Though I felt a childishness in her persona, I knew somewhere in there was something real that I felt I would never get the chance to meet. That kind of tragedy is like a magnet for me. I wanted her for myself. But she chose the drug addicts and wild eyed in hopes of saving them.

One night, drunk, I emailed her a Bob Dylan song. I don’t know why I did it but I had just discovered it and wanted her to experience it like I had. It knocked me on my ass. So out of the blue I sent her an email telling her she really needs to give Bob Dylan a chance. I then copied the following song for her to read. This song is one of the best songs ever written in my opinion.

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I'll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it's always safe and warm.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an' blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Suddenly I turned around and she was standin' there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Now there's a wall between us, somethin' there's been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it's doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I've heard newborn babies wailin' like a mournin' dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an' they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

Well, I'm livin' in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
"Come in," she said,
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."

I didn’t see her for a couple years and finally saw her at a show recently and got the chance to talk to her. We were talking about music and she started gushing about Bob Dylan. I made a joke and said he “fucking sucks.” She looked at me dumbfounded and aghast. I laughed and asked her if she remembered me sending her the song a long time ago.

She shook her head and then sort of pretended like she recalled it vaguely…

And that is my experiences with beautiful women in a nutshell.