I feel like I'm making progress with Claudia Romani and her killer tush. The wicked hot bodied Roman beach goddess is no longer returning my love letters to her hiney with threats of legal prosecution, restraining orders, and jokes about how horrible my favorite NFL team are. Just marked unread. I like to think this means I'm making headway. I'm a guy who takes the long term approach to getting what I want. It might take 200 years, but I'll get there eventually.
Claudia, every time your moon makes an appearance on Miami Beach I feel like the sun has just risen for the very first time. Do you see how poetic I am about your asstastic? It's time to let your bottom side say yes to my proposals. I will treat those twin buns of happiness with such respect save for 30 minutes a day when it will be booty play time, no holds barred. Like an all-skate at the rink. Turn on the Warrant and have at it. But for 23.5 hours a day, just chivalry. Enjoy.