So what if I'm married? A man is allowed to fantasize even if he's kitty whipped. Not that I'm referring to myself, oh no I'm not, but a friend of a friend that I've heard of is. We are all allowed to fantasize and hear ourselves wonder, What if? and when that plane finds its way to the runway of love, the door opens and you finally smell the hot air, that's when you know you're there. "Holá guapa! Dios mío, let me raise you an olé!" You're private taxi awaits you. "Mister Blue, Mister Blue, is that you?" "Yes, it is. Can't you see I need a ride to the finest hotel in sight? Take me there, my female taxi driver. And may I say you look dashingly terrific!"
Whoosh! Off you two go. Spain, here I come! Just look at it: it's beautiful! Just smell that woman's perfume... "Is it Agua de Guapísima?" "You're so funny, signor. It's Hypnotic Poison by Christian Dior " "Of course it is. Call me Blue." Whoosh! That woman can drive, alright! Oh I love this country! Just look at that hotel! That beach is reaching out for me: Come hither, come hither!
Minor problem is... I may be hiding in my closet right now sniffing my own Speedo dreaming of Spain and Valéria (that's the taxi driver's name), but the truth is... I won't be going to Spain for a long, long time. I didn't go there last year and I sure as heck won't be going there this year or next year for that matter. Ms. Bollywood Princess decided to go back to college and get a degree. She's studying tax law for heaven's sake (Hello, IRS, you Idiots Receiving Shit except for my money!), meaning our collective stack of dough is slowly but surely vaporizing. Sorry, Spain, you will have to do without me this time. And next time. Sigh sigh. Sniffle sniffle.
Unless... of course... I go ALL by myself hahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, climb on board that good ole super jet, fasten my seatbelt that has my name on it (Blue!) and fly all the way to the country of Rioja and mighty fine women. Valéria here I come! Yes, baby! Hold on to your butt!
Like I said, a man is allowed to fantasize, and the way things are going right now, you can take it to the bank (that's robbing you blind) that Destiny Fantasy is the only place I'll be heading. Or my closet.
Just say it ain't so.
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|You wish. Somebody's been sniffin' somethin' way too long...|
P.S. Happy Birthday, Mr. Presley. I believe you would've been 80 today. Go figure. Seems to me my plane isn't the only thing that knows how to fly...