Outlaw wrote:
I didn't want to bomb the other thread by irrelevant accounts so I thought of starting a new one since this story of four Spanish women keeps coming back and I think it requires clarification now - just to set the records straight. History must be told, and it must be told in its entirety and with whole truthfulness. This is what happened:
Outlaw and I were sitting in an outside parlor of a resturaunt in Whistler on one of the most beautiful and misty evening during my trip to Vancouver few months back, when I noticed these beautiful fine youg Spanish ladies sitting at the next table. While I looked upon them, I noticed them noticing Outlaw. The sight had a very distinctive and immediate reaction on them.
The first fine Spanish lady was totally taken aback by Outlaw’s godly charms and studly presence. She was, as if, stoned (No, not by that potent British Columbian green stuff but our very own potent British Columbian outlaw). There was no doubt in my mind that it will not simply take just few hours (as is said to be the case for the other BC potent stuff) for the fine lady to come back to her senses; It was definitely not a case of merely the hours. Weeks??? Months????…. can't say.
The second fine Spanish lady had immense expression of adorability on her pretty face. It was as if her tender heart trembled with passion, and her eyes twinkled with desire. Her half opened lips had formed a certain shape, as if she had a tingling sensation on the tip of her tongue, by the very sight of none other but Outlaw. It appeared to me that it wasn't only the food that she might have found spicy.
The third fine Spanish lady had merely fainted by the sight. The effect, although unusual, but yet not uncommon among women who come within 10 feet radius near Outlaw (I'm inclined to think that that's probably the reason Outlaw turns his face away when closer in the company of women; He's such a compassionat heart, you know).
The fourth fine Spanish lady was not looking at Outlaw at all. She was looking at her left hand painfully. Apparently, she was cutting a lemon (or probably that was a lime) to go with her Corona Extra beer and by chance had glanced onward, towards Outlaw’s direction. The result was as obvious and predictable as what history tells us happened in a similar incident few thousand years ago.
All this time Outlaw, as usual, was completely indifferent to the surrounding and was deeply concentrating on his drink (The absence or presence of alchoholic contents of which are not disposable), and the chain of philosophical and highly intellectual thoughts that he was sharing with me. His narration of matters involving life, universe, God, and Yankees had an added, charming effect on those ladies. If there was anything else audible (and edible, considering the condition of the third fine young lady) besides Outlaw's coherent and eloquent account, it was the moaning of few other ladies who were sitting behind me, whose facial expressions I couldn't see.
Now you guys tell me, how could I even dare to ask Outlaw for a fix up? As selfish as I may get, I could never imagine to govern the heart (or hearts, as it seems was the case) of a woman after witnessing such a sight. There were all due and justifiable reasons that I pretended to be not interested, even with all the kindness and generiosity Outlaw cherishes in his heart for his friends.
Yearning to be as sightly as Outlaw,
- Roman
Roms..las' time I tried fixing you up with four chics at once..and you pretended that you too tired!! I mean not one ..not two but four..that was chance of a life time..
Outlaw and I were sitting in an outside parlor of a resturaunt in Whistler on one of the most beautiful and misty evening during my trip to Vancouver few months back, when I noticed these beautiful fine youg Spanish ladies sitting at the next table. While I looked upon them, I noticed them noticing Outlaw. The sight had a very distinctive and immediate reaction on them.
The first fine Spanish lady was totally taken aback by Outlaw’s godly charms and studly presence. She was, as if, stoned (No, not by that potent British Columbian green stuff but our very own potent British Columbian outlaw). There was no doubt in my mind that it will not simply take just few hours (as is said to be the case for the other BC potent stuff) for the fine lady to come back to her senses; It was definitely not a case of merely the hours. Weeks??? Months????…. can't say.
The second fine Spanish lady had immense expression of adorability on her pretty face. It was as if her tender heart trembled with passion, and her eyes twinkled with desire. Her half opened lips had formed a certain shape, as if she had a tingling sensation on the tip of her tongue, by the very sight of none other but Outlaw. It appeared to me that it wasn't only the food that she might have found spicy.
The third fine Spanish lady had merely fainted by the sight. The effect, although unusual, but yet not uncommon among women who come within 10 feet radius near Outlaw (I'm inclined to think that that's probably the reason Outlaw turns his face away when closer in the company of women; He's such a compassionat heart, you know).
The fourth fine Spanish lady was not looking at Outlaw at all. She was looking at her left hand painfully. Apparently, she was cutting a lemon (or probably that was a lime) to go with her Corona Extra beer and by chance had glanced onward, towards Outlaw’s direction. The result was as obvious and predictable as what history tells us happened in a similar incident few thousand years ago.
All this time Outlaw, as usual, was completely indifferent to the surrounding and was deeply concentrating on his drink (The absence or presence of alchoholic contents of which are not disposable), and the chain of philosophical and highly intellectual thoughts that he was sharing with me. His narration of matters involving life, universe, God, and Yankees had an added, charming effect on those ladies. If there was anything else audible (and edible, considering the condition of the third fine young lady) besides Outlaw's coherent and eloquent account, it was the moaning of few other ladies who were sitting behind me, whose facial expressions I couldn't see.
Now you guys tell me, how could I even dare to ask Outlaw for a fix up? As selfish as I may get, I could never imagine to govern the heart (or hearts, as it seems was the case) of a woman after witnessing such a sight. There were all due and justifiable reasons that I pretended to be not interested, even with all the kindness and generiosity Outlaw cherishes in his heart for his friends.
Yearning to be as sightly as Outlaw,
- Roman
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