V is for Venetian

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

I was meant to be serenaded on a Venetian gondola by a tantalising Tenor with a ‘tache…..not a brash Britney with boobs.

I was meant to be carried away to a far off place on a breeze of beautiful richness, the water lapping at the side of the gondola as I gazed lovingly into the eyes of a handsome man singing to me in Italian….not awkwardly avoiding the gaze of a tiny teenybopper singing me a love song as she struggled to steer the boat.

Bubble burst.

Next time I’m in Venice (Vegas or otherwise) I’M GETTING SERENADED BY A MAN!

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One thought on “V is for Venetian

  1. Well, I don’t think I was supposed to be Venetian, but I do think I was supposed to live in the time when pale white skin was super hot.

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