Sexo em o cidade (translation: sex in the city in portuguese)

So as some of you may have heard (Booby), I've been totally living it up as a single twenty something in the big city. Last night, I went on my second date with a hot sexy brazilian chef who looks a little like this:





His name is Paolo and I'm only assuming if I saw him with his shirt off, crawling around on the beaches of Rio de Janiero, his nipple too would be glistening in the sunlight and dripping water droplets of love onto the shore. So, he was quite good looking and all cocky and like "hey i'm a top chef. i will be on top chef." And I just sort of went along with it because he was funny and a little goofy and hot. He asked me if he was being too weird and I said "no! you're not too weird! i hate boring people!" or something along those lines which I guess encouraged him to get REAL weird. I think the highlight (lowlight?) of the conversation was when he just randomly interupted the flow of conversation to ask me what my craziest fantasy was. At first, I thought maybe this was a language thing and he meant a far-fetched dream I have -- so I started talking about how I think it would be incredible to be a foreign correspondent or a travel documentarian going to untouched lands. But then he clarified his question -- "no no no...sexual fantasy! you can tell me!" I almost broke out my yazi with da bang bang penis so long it has to enter through the nose thing, but i didn't want to get him too excited.

SO. Needles to say, I probably won't be seeing Paolo again.