I started writing this in February 2005.  It was one of those things that sounded good when I sat down to do it.  Later, when I came back to it, I’d lost interest in completing it.  It’s languished in unfinished form since then.  It was going to be called “I want one for Christmas” and has nothing to do with food or drink.

Yesterday I had lunch with Rick, Jan (pronounced “yawn”) and Alex, and all I have to say is “Yum!”

You already know how I feel about Rick.  Adding Jan and Alex into the mix simply made the afternoon remarkably stimulating and irresistible.

Jan is from Belgium.  He speaks with an intoxicating accent.  And I don’t mean it’s like listening to Tony Blair.  It’s heavily European without being the common British type.  He has blond hair, blue eyes, is approximately 1.8 meters tall (about six feet), has a lean build, is covered with a light dusting of blond hair in all the right places, and ultimately is a stunningly beautiful man.

Alex, from Central America, is in a class unto himself.  He’s Latin, and that, my friends, is a weakness of mine.  From Noé to Presiliano to Ricky Martin to Enrique Iglesias to…  Oh, Enrique Iglesias…  Anyway, I have a weakness for Latin men.  But that’s another story.  Alex is about my height, has skin of sun-kissed browns that begs for caress, black hair that sheens with an otherworldly aura, and an accent and voice that exude Latin sensuality to an unbelievable degree.

At the table we sat, myself and these three, lunch served with a sprinkling of adult beverages, and together we four basked in late winter sunshine capable of reaching out to each of us with warm massaging hands.  It was a perfect afternoon that defied description.