Maria was singing to me, a song in Spanish. Lots of hugging, love, I like you for you, and such. I like this song. (She always likes my music in the boutique.) She teaches me, we sing together.
Maria: You sing this to your boyfriend.
Me: I don’t have a boyfriend.
Maria: You no like men?
Me, in my head: Ay ay ay
Me out loud: Oh Maria, I LOVE men.
Lots running through Maria’s pretty little mind as she heads back to work.
Ay ay ay.
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