Given my new-found love of Latin men, I've begun to stalk the cute Hispanic guy who brings the great peaches, nectarines and grapes to our local farmer's markets. Anyone need any fresh fruit?
I think it started last year when I began to frequent his booth at our neighborhood farmer's market. He was always super friendly and sweet and I thought he was cute.
Now, after actually having some good Latino experience, I'm absolutely swooning over the produce guy.
Yesterday, after teaching yoga, I made a bee-line for our local market to seek out his juicy Latin-ness
fruit. The fruit was so good that I packed Ben up this morning and headed downtown to
flirt my ass off
pick up 3 pounds of grapes.
He mumbled something to me in Spanish. I can't be sure but I think it may have been along the lines of: "Lose the kid and meet me back here in 30 minutes when the market closes."
Thank God for year-round farmer's markets and abundant Central Valley crops
and hot Latin men who look every bit as delicious as the succulent peaches they are vending! Why do I have this sense that Shopping Shelley is reading this and calling me crazy, while planning a trip to the market next weekend just to see me in action?!
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You might become the stalker of the produce stands!!! :) You must not have had your fill of " R " lately....??
ReplyDeleteI think this has been going on for a while now. I knew there was no way you could be happy eating all those fruits and veges without some reason for going.
ReplyDeleteWhen you are ready to stalk someone at Baskin Robbins, I am your girl!