It seems that nearly every day we get whistled at on our way to lunch at Santa Cruz. Now, this is something that doesn’t happen much in the UK so I can only assume that the Mexican people are stunned that an Adonis with my ruggedly good looks, incredibly chiselled features and sculpted abs could simultaneously be so white. Cue whistle.
However, I feel that it’s something of a coincidence because it only happens when I’m walking with Liz and that it’s only the men who whistle [on behalf of the women?]. Apparently I should ‘dream on’. I’m wondering what might happen if I turn around and thank them…
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me thinketh it is Liz... though your whiteness is something to be obtained.. and the UK have it pretty much covered.. especially in hot sunny places where they turn a lovely shade of lobster red (or stay ghostly white).. either way easily recognizable :-)
Loving the chat Chris keep it up!
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