Of course, like anybody with at least one male hormone in their body, I thought she was (and IS) a 'knockout' and was 'jazzed' when she actually spent a few minutes to talk to me. Of course, in my mind, I was thinkin', "hey, I think she likes me." But I was playin' it cool and didn't want to come across like every other tongue wagging sap she was probably sick of. So.....rather than the old, "can I buy you a popsicle" line, I asked if she'd like to come over to my place for a barbeque...She actually showed interest in the idea, and I'm thinking...."COOL". Then.....like.....freakin' "GoodSelf" takes over from out of freakin' nowhere....and.... I tell her, "my wife and I would love to have you over"....... oops..........E.F. Hutton must have walked into the freakin' room or something...........The LOOK on her face was 'priceless'. "Your WIFE?"........Gee...was it somthing I said?
A few years later, I sat drooling in front of a 'Red Shoe Diaries' episode 'featuring' her. What a FEATURE!....Yah...I'm an idiot!
Hey...Uh...Sofia....If you see this....uh..email me...we could go out for the popsicles instead, Ok?.....Sofia?....Hel....Hello?
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