NUMBERS. They were as cruel as they are kind.
The summer of my TWENTY-FIFTH birthday was one I would never forget.
With only ONE glance, I lived and breathed Leo Santiago.
For THREE months, I had the time of my life with a man who caught me by surprise.
But FOUR words changed it all.
NINETY days… Ninety agonizingly beautiful days I found and lost my greatest love.
SIX kisses and Leo whispered his goodbye.
SEVENTEEN THOUSAND miles cruelly denied us from that something wonderful we had created.
SIXTY long days dreaming of the nights we shared.
Numbers. They were bitter and they were sweet.
Every day I counted the hours, minutes and seconds until Leo would find me.
ONE dare, FOUR rhythmic beats & a bottle of Tequila 47.
… one taste and I was hooked.
That’s how this whole debacle started.
Granted, it was classically beautiful and attached to a spectacular looking man who wore an even more spectacular smile.
But that there was the problem.
When the penis broke from its statue stillness and moved across the studio toward me, smile in tow, I knew I was in for a world of pain.
Good, pleasurable pain.