This is Milford Villa, in New Zealand. His place looked a lot like this.
Spent a lovely evening having wine and antipasto with a very nice man and was lucky enough to tour his villa afterwards. He called it Italianate but it was really French, though I had the good manners not to correct him.
It was lovely: Full of fruit trees and vineyards and fountains, and he even had a cat. He liked cats! Be still my heart. He sent me home with a handful of purple plums from one of his trees.
I know I can go back at any time, it’s just . . . Sigh. No spark. I don’t think I’ll ever want to see the man naked, and I don’t want to give him the wrong idea. Oh well.
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OSR // July 20, 2009 at 6:56 pm |
Like we used to say in college; beauty is just a 12 pack away.
The Hedonistic Pleasureseeker // July 20, 2009 at 7:10 pm |
Ah, but I WAS a little drunk, which is why I agreed to a walk on the grounds rather than drive straight home . . . Still didn’t make him sexy. He was handsome, his pics were great, but . . . Sigh. There are no online chemistry tests, no matter what they say.