I love where I live. I live in downtown San Antonio at the world renown Hotel Viceroy, where the Allen girl lives. I am on the 8th floor with eastern and northern light. I'm near all the bus routes and my clinic.
An additional plus is our maintenance man. Woof! Ay Caramba! Oy vey! Mon Dieu. The guy is caliente, he could be my Popocotapetel. He's all that and a box of bags of chips.
The guy is about 5'9" or so, about 160, nice biceps, triceps, pecs...the works here. He wears his jeans about a size to small just to show off the goods. His skin is a freshly brewed cup of Mexican chocolate and probably just as tasty.
I look forward to needing his services sometimes. Not that I break anything. And one memorable encounter was an elevator bump where we were belly to belly, and it was all in slow motion.
As a matter of fact, he always moves in slow motion when he's around me, just like in the movies. One day he'll show up in cowboy boots and a hat and I have to remember to breathe when I see him in this outfit.
Other times he wears jeans and a t-shirt and baseball hat. Smokin'. I saw him yesterday in his tool belt walking slow motion across the lobby. I am so proud of my self control.
So I mention Moby Dick to HP and I had to tell him all about Moby. I wonder if I'm destined to be in hot pursuit? But I'm so shy. Just wanted to share.
Based on those outfits he wears, he sounds like he may be a gay (or gay for pay) vaquero!
ReplyDeleteNow the world knows that you are hunting Moby Dick, Chif. It's no longer our little secret. I say you just walk up to him and let him know you have a pipe that needs to be "snaked." And please, try to convince someone else that you're "shy!" Happy hunting!
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