Posted by: leigh
March 15, 2012 |
March 15, 2012
As I’ve mentioned before, I have a penchant for accents. If you have an accent, the likelihood of me humping your leg increases exponentially.
Summer 2011 I met a guy named Paolo. He was from Italy, but had been living in the states for some time. He was covered head to toe in tattoos. As if this didn’t make him sexy enough, he was really fun and funny. Not to mention the accent.
Good chance he would be “in” as well, if he wanted. (wink, wink)
Unfortunately, we met the day before he was leaving to go to Nebraska for work for a month. We did some light texting and talked...