The Mexican.
So, ahem. My Mexican. How do I speak of his virtues? I don't know where to begin! He's clever, he's smart, he reads music... he doesn't smoke or drink gin (like I do)...
OK, OK, that's just a song from Cabaret, but really, he's neat. He's all super cool and funny and smart and (dare I say it?) perhaps a bit dashing, as long as you don't confuse dashing with breathtakingly beautiful... although *sigh* he does have an attractive set of very volumptuous lips... mmmm, Mexican ((insert Homer-esque gargly sound here))... and he really doesn't smoke and he probably doesn't drink gin. And, oh! oh! he's not a drug addict!!!! YAY!
So, that's the Mexican, condensed all soupy like. I am going to marry the Mexican. Emphasis on AM, as though I were three years old and throwing a tantrum. Now, before you go off thinking, "jeez, here she goes on another one of her sex driven man hunts..." keep in mind I'd much rather have reckless kinky sex with the delicious coffee-coloured Track-n-Field boy, if only for the simple reason that he's gotta be hung like a clydesdale... lord have mercy...
OK, OK, that's just a song from Cabaret, but really, he's neat. He's all super cool and funny and smart and (dare I say it?) perhaps a bit dashing, as long as you don't confuse dashing with breathtakingly beautiful... although *sigh* he does have an attractive set of very volumptuous lips... mmmm, Mexican ((insert Homer-esque gargly sound here))... and he really doesn't smoke and he probably doesn't drink gin. And, oh! oh! he's not a drug addict!!!! YAY!
So, that's the Mexican, condensed all soupy like. I am going to marry the Mexican. Emphasis on AM, as though I were three years old and throwing a tantrum. Now, before you go off thinking, "jeez, here she goes on another one of her sex driven man hunts..." keep in mind I'd much rather have reckless kinky sex with the delicious coffee-coloured Track-n-Field boy, if only for the simple reason that he's gotta be hung like a clydesdale... lord have mercy...