Tuesday, 11 September 2007
My sexy waitress Maria
This is a picture of Maria - one of the waitresses who works in my hotel - taken on my shithot postage stamp size 3G Sony Ericsson K950i.
She has been taking good care of me ever since I arrived and speaks perfect English. This morning as I was sat by the pool she noticed that I was reading some hardcore literature and whispered in my ear (as she poured me a glass of ice-cold cherry cola with such poise and elegance) "What are you doing later?".
I froze. This kind of thing has never happened to me before. I pretended not to have heard her, and tried to carry on with my Proust.
"If you wish, you may meet me later by the tennis courts. 3pm."
I looked up, threw her a faint smile and burrowed my head back in my book, before realising I had a sudden urge to take a long, ice-cold dip in the pool.
She's way out of my league