Fled

Well when I got to my friend's place on Saturday the Brazilian was practically running out the door to get away from me. I think I was sprung upon him unexpectedly and he wasn't having any of it. So I introduced myself and he fled. Which is no big deal, really. Tall handsome men from south of the border remind me of cuarentayuno; instead of wanting to date them, I want them to help me buy shoes.