the first boy to kiss me "there," was hungarian.
just out of high school, i was in a fever with a guy from honduras.
in new york, i stumbled through the subway and found a lovely german to carry me back to union square, where we loved bagels and each other, briefly.
i roamed around the bobo/hobo parts of cincinnati and stayed with a smooth columbian for a while.
in my mid-twenties, i fell madly in love with an indian boy, while two more of them fell for me.
i went out with a nice persian engineering student, once.
oh, and my algerian tennis partner. 30-love!
again, in nyc, i crushed on a russian kid cycling me in his rickshaw around times square.
and most recently, well ... yeah.
what flavor is next? brasilian? perhaps a swede -- i do love me some ABBA.
(it should be noted that the one to capture my heart the most completely was one who reminded me of my own family, of the self of mine that i've hidden forever. blond, fair, and quite american, but still with a sexy accent. i think that's the trick.)
just out of high school, i was in a fever with a guy from honduras.
in new york, i stumbled through the subway and found a lovely german to carry me back to union square, where we loved bagels and each other, briefly.
i roamed around the bobo/hobo parts of cincinnati and stayed with a smooth columbian for a while.
in my mid-twenties, i fell madly in love with an indian boy, while two more of them fell for me.
i went out with a nice persian engineering student, once.
oh, and my algerian tennis partner. 30-love!
again, in nyc, i crushed on a russian kid cycling me in his rickshaw around times square.
and most recently, well ... yeah.
what flavor is next? brasilian? perhaps a swede -- i do love me some ABBA.
(it should be noted that the one to capture my heart the most completely was one who reminded me of my own family, of the self of mine that i've hidden forever. blond, fair, and quite american, but still with a sexy accent. i think that's the trick.)
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