So off I went to LQ’s in search of some fun and entertainment. My friends and I walked in and I instantly surveyed the crowd, searching for a few talented dancing kings. Once at our VIP table, I spotted a papi chulo. He had bottles of alcohol, was tall and very cute. And did I mention he had bottles of alcohol?
Soon, I walked toward him and we were side by side. He glanced at me, beamed and introduced himself. In a daze, I did the same. He was much cuter up close, with light brown eyes, gorgeous clear skin and a winning smile. Then I felt what I usually feel when in the presence of sweet, hot greatness. I needed to get some love! Spontaneously, I turned to Mr. Alcohol, got on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. Yup! I struck again and felt just as good as the last time. He simply smiled, passed me a plastic cup and said, “This drinks on me.” I accepted it graciously and took a sip, all the while thinking: It feels so good to take care of me.