Rochelle runs the blog.
C.E. Ayr gave us the photo. Be well, my friend!
The girl and the date do and did exist, respectively, the rest is fiction.
It’s an old joke, but I thought it a good exercise for those of you with the more “sophisticated” tastes. This story first appeared on March 13, 2013, but has been re-written. I prefer this version better.
IMPORTANT: The last three words of the story are in Spanish. The translation of them is the actual title of this story.
My last trip to Spain won me a date with Alicia, an actress-model I had been trying to go out with a long time.
We walked arm in arm through the dark streets, like in the movies!
Pigeons flew from the ground, almost on cue.
I turned to kiss her lovely face.
A pigeon swooped down, pooped a nasty on my white pants.
Startled, I spun around, knocked Alicia into a fountain. Her skirt flew over her head … and “Victoria” shared ALL her “secrets!”
“C’est la vie,” I said.
She slapped me. She thought I said, “Se la ví.”
Yup, this is the genuine article, folks. We’re friends still and I know she’d get a big kick out of this story, since she is an actress as well.