A not-so-luxurious airplane, mind you, complete with crusty blue seats splashed haphazardly with those ridiculous pink, yellow, and green patterns that I thought for sure might give me a seizure. Read: prancing around in a one-piece bathing suit is practically considered modest there. Anyway, I had since returned to Manuel Antonio several times, this plane ride being number four.
I always tell myself to stop being so stupidly sentimental and instead spend money on tickets to visit other foreign countries, but I simply cannot. Costa Ricans themselves are a funny people in that they are somehow born with incredible memories. No matter how much time has passed, what color my hair is it ranges from black to platinum, depending on my mood , how big my sunglasses are or how much weight I have either put on or lost. I should have known the first time that weasel kissed my neck the way that he did that I was in for it.
Who could resist this lifestyle? Could it be? Or even entertaining. But the stud that just boarded? I thought he might have actually had a chance at being normal. Obviously I did what any other girl in my place would do and gave him the look. Next thing I know, Mr. I was already wet. Then again, it never did take much. Naturally I accepted and there I was, suddenly seated in between two random men, on Thanksgiving Day, on a plane to Costa Rica. Unfortunately, to my surprise, Mr.
In stark contrast, the friend looked to be in his early to mid fifties, complete with frizzy gray hair that, coupled with his fancy business suit, did nothing to aid his attempt at appearing distinguished. He actually reminded me a little of Bob Ross, which, if you are familiar with Bob Ross, know that this is not meant to be a compliment. Maybe we should give her a little present.
Want to see some videos to prove it? I suddenly started to realize that I was, in fact, about to eat Thanksgiving dinner on a plane with two sexually promiscuous buffoons. I decline their generous offer, and instead decide to probe the conversation further out of pure curiosity. I had never even smoked marijuana, let alone mingle with up-and-coming porn stars. Is it awkward? What the hell? Yup, pronounced like fatty. The two men automatically grinned at one another from each side of me, as if there was some kind of inside joke involved.
