One day, if I’m not with anyone, I’ll go to a foreign land after I learn their language (somewhere like Italy). And I’ll go to all these little cafés and bars and I’ll stay in a small room in some little courtyard. And finally some beautiful modelesque boy with dark curls and little tan muscles will notice me. He’ll see me reading my book and sipping my coffee. He’ll walk over and say hi! And that’s where it’ll all begin. Weeks will go by after assorted dinner dates and picnics. And then comes the fun stuff :) and I’ll eventually have to leave my beautiful lover behind and all my memories of my “foreign affair”