Our palm tree secured photojournalists in Cabo are like a cardboard box propped up by a stick with a carrot beneath to trap rabbits. Only this time, we got a hot bunny. Diane Kruger has always been one of my personal sweethearts, meaning that I think of her sweetly by day while she would likely stab me in the heart if I told her what I think of in the late evenings.
Nevertheless, I’ve taken quite a fondness to checking out her demure, but sextastic visual wonderments through the years, including now this long-distance, but assuredly eye catching bikini candid set of her down Mexico resort way. If nothing else, it reminds me how being the cabana boy for hotties like Diane would be my dream job. The assortment of oils and lotions I would routinely stock would probably earn me cabana boy of the year honors and a peck on the cheek from Diane. Then my life’s work would be complete. Enjoy.