According to The Dowager Duchess:
Animals sweat, gentleman perspire, and ladies glow. So, to be polite (because The Dowager Duchess is watching), I’ll just say that San Geraldo perspires.
San Geraldo perspires a lot.
To be precise, San Geraldo perspires like a hooker in church.
Sorry, Mom! Sorry, San Geraldo! But at least I didn’t say “he sweats.” Which he does, by the way. Big time.
In fact, like Satchmo (aka, Louis Armstrong), San Geraldo carries a cloth with him at all times to mop his steamy brow. Unlike Satchmo, San Geraldo does not always have a white “perspiration” handkerchief handy (he has only one of heavier fabric for that use, personally monogrammed). When that elegant linen cloth is not available he carries one of a set of blue and white IKEA dish towels purchased just for him.
While we were enjoying breakfast Saturday morning, a new friend of ours came in and we invited him to join us. He’s shy, so I’ll just call him Sebastian (because I plan to tell a lot of stories about Sebastian, and I know he’d be embarrassed). While he was trying to converse with us in English and we were trying to converse in English and Spanish, Sebastian noticed the dish towel beside Jerry. He thought Jerry had taken it from behind the bar and wondered why. When I told him what it was, he laughed.
He then said in English, “Me, I don’t like sweet.”
Jerry and I explained that it was pronounced with a short “e” and Sebastian laughed some more. He clarified that sometimes he does like sweet.
To be clear, I have made Sebastian laugh many times with my Spanish. Like the day not long after we met when I invited him to sit himself down (“siéntate”) and instead told him to “siéntete” (“feel himself”). He laughed for a long time. Then he sat down anyway.
Sebastian asked what the English word “oonk” meant. I asked, “Do you mean “hunk”? He spelled it and we said, “That’s pronounced “hunk.” “Ah,” he replied, “and what does it means?”
Sebastian is around 32 years old, lean and muscular, and very handsome. He’s got thick, brown curly hair, a stubble-beard, blue-gray eyes, and a beautiful smile. Adding to his charm is the fact that he has no idea how handsome he is. As San Geraldo and I tossed out adjectives to describe a hunk, we finally landed on the same perfect explanation.
“You are a hunk!” we announced.
Have you ever seen a hunk blush?
|SAN GERALDO IS STILL MY ONE AND ONLY HUNK SWEET HUNK… DISH TOWELS AND ALL.|