Saturday, August 6, 2011 10:14:49 AM
I want to meet her, and be really charming. I want to be her dream man-
Maybe when we're in our early thirties I`ll surprise her with a trip to Paris! We`ll sample to local scene, none of that tourista bullcrap. We`ll wind up down Parisian alley ways with hidden food dens, have coffee in the morning with croissants, watching the Parisians walk-by. Her snuggled in the crest of my arm, head on my shoulder. We`ll watch a foggy sunset while drinking fine wines in the French country side, enjoying each others company.
I`ll take her to Le Jules Verne at the Eiffel Tower- we`ll sample their best foods- and at the end of a glorious meal, just before dessert is served: I hand her a rose and ask her to stand with me. In the middle of a packed Le Jules Verne- the Chef stands at the pass, cooks poke their heads out behind him to see- I drop to one knee. As she starts to sob, with every ounce of strength I can muster I uppercut the bitch in her Vag so hard, and just walk away.