Que romantico! The very wise Margeaux Taylor once told me, “Boys suck. Which is why I’ve moved on to MEN.”  Which is exactly what I’ve done (as flattering as they were, 12 year old frat daddies just weren’t cutting it).

The other night, my two friends and I went to a 400 year old bar (400 years old!!) to get some tapas. They had gone to the bathroom, so I went up to the bar to get a glass of wine. Two adorable old men (think Spanish version of guy from Up! and Spanish Jack Nicholson) heard my accent and asked where I was from. When I said Tejas, they got very excited and said oh! dun-dun-dun-dun while “riding” horses. We talked a little bit more, but the bartender finally told them to stop bothering us so that we could eat. 

That is when I met Vincent. This crinkled up little old senor shuffled toward me and handed me a napkin with a note scribbled on it. It was hard to read, but essentially it said that my dress was like the color of lilies and he thought my henna tattoo was beautiful. He then came up five minutes later with another note that said something about how they say that the three daughters of Elena are beautiful, but they are nothing compared to my friends and I.

Oh, Vincent. I would have shuffled away into the sunset with him right then and there if he had asked.