but today, i met the man of my dreams: mr. retro city.
a friend and i were perusing the racks at a sweet vintage store we found by chance the other day. and there he was. in his skinny jeans, with his long dirty hair and 5 o'clock shadow. he was tall, thin, and absolutely guapo. and then, he spoke.... with a british accent. and i melted.
anyway. we chatted with him and looked at boots/clothes longer than we really needed to and he told us about the scarf he was going to buy for his dog. and we made fun of his accent. and he made fun of americans. and then, we parted ways. we speculate that he has some beautiful, tall, spanish girlfriend but we're willing to return in hopes that he might ask for our phone numbers. we've already agreed that its "may the best woman win."
alright. thats all i'm going to say about that. because odds are, we'll never meet again. sigh.
carnaval is on saturday! a friend and i are going as john and yoko. [finally, someone who will do it with me AHEM.. doug] i'm john. yeah. it was a cheap and easy idea. i'll be sure to post some pics.
beyond that, i just posted so i have really nothing new to say. EXCEPT:
mi amigo de espanya se llama jordi. vale?
2 comments:
A scarf for his dog? That's actually pretty charming. May the best woman win!!
A scarf for his dog?? Are you sure he likes woman????
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