Last night I had a date with The man from Brazil. He wined me and dined me and charmed me. It occured to me during the night that he was wooing me, and I decided that I rather like it.

We went to our fancy steak dinner, and he, being Latin, talks a lot with his hands. It was really only a matter of time before one of the hand movements swept over a water glass.

It went straight to my lap! He felt horrible, I assured him it was no biggie and that I would dry. We enjoyed our dinner and had a lovely time. Then we met up with our mutual friends for karaoke and had a blast. He wanted to sing a duet, we ended up singing “Don’t Stop Believing” By Journey with 3 other people from our group.

He walked me back to my car and we had a proper goodnight. Let’s leave it at that, shall we?!

He’s only in town until Sunday, but he wants to see me again Friday night!

Sigh!

Why can’t he live here?