It must have been celebrating Gay Pride past weekend, that I remembered the story when I almost, ALMOST thought I found "The One".
Not only was he looking like Ricky Martin, he was also moving (hip's don't lie) like RM and talking just alike. I checked carefully.
Sensitive? Check. Complimenting my heels and outfit? (More than check: we had a whole discussion about it). Balancing a prosecco more elegantly than me in one hand while pulling a grand gesture with the other? Couldn't be more convinced.
And than: not that I know very much about Mariah Carey: but hell! He did.Super-excited I was. And keen on meeting again. Which luckily happened.
"Hello", he purred: "Sooooooo nice to see you, may I introduce you to my.....GIRLFRIEND?".
Sigh. Apparently my "Gay Pride" is more "Gay Prejudice".
For those who like pink, my heels and miss female body parts: Applications to the usual address please.