Nothing new in this thread that wasn't said in the old one, (except NFlorida has apparently made 2 more fantasy trips to study STDs and jungle-borne illnesses of CR instead of finishing up that much anticipated trip report of his.
-sorry couldn't resist )
So allow me to be the first to post a
positive response for Sr Miguel:
Go to her you fool, Cupid hath shot his love dart into you and your dear Jeny, don't deny her any longer. We know you have made her picture your wallpaper on that computer of yours which you stare at while listening to a loop of Tommy Tutone's 867-5309. Besides how often doeth true love actually come along in our meaningless pathetic lives? It is rare my friend, and your time is short to save your young lass from the crowd of horny CRT debauchers on the way to defile her in all sorts of sinful, lubricated ways.
Kick that bitch wife to the curb, show up at bar Idem with a dozen red roses in one hand and a ring in the other to whisk her away to the life she yearns, one of perpetual happiness, security, english lessons and hot sex with her dream gringo. This is the stuff dreams, movies and romance novels are made of - and YOU have the chance to make it your reality. To hell with the naysayers, logic, common sense, the wife & K*ds, along with your miserable, tortured, Jeny-less existence as it is.-
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. (Nietzsche)
Jenny, Jenny, who can I turn to?
You give me something I can hold on to...
Jenny, Jenny, you're the girl for me.
You don't know me but you make me so happy.(Tommy Tutone) 