The Matador and I are going to the doctor today. (Not a "real" doctor.)
He's picking me up.
He made the appointment. When we were dancing my leg was numb and I stumbled. No...I was NOT drunk. Okay, maybe a little....
It's still numb.
It wouldn't surprise me if he scooped me up and carried me.
It wouldn't surprise me if he threw down his jacket over a puddle.
...he's the Matador.
Yea...I still have a "thing" for the "King". But the Matador actually DID something. I don't care what you say. All I care about is what you do.
But something is off. I can't put my finger on it. I will. I'll get there. I always do.
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If you didn't still have a thing for the king would you like matador better?
sigh...such is love, sad to see another beautiful gal smitten by the spanish love bug...The Matador: sounds like alot of BULL to me!!! Hehehehe Are you going to the doctor, or playing doctor?
Please keep us posted!
Something is off? Dig deeper.
I can't see how a numb leg would be much fun. Worry about that first, then we can talk about the Matador...
Have a threesome!!!
Perhaps the King will bring salad!!
Trust your gut instincts on this one girl!!
If something is off...then I'd be backing up and running the other way...
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